patience

Another triolet

Sitting on a bough of a bonsai
i understand the chirping of my heart
the delicate balance of nest and sky.
while sitting on a bough of a bonsai
wind whispered instructions to ignore "why",
rain taught there is no separation if all are parts.
after years sitting on a bough in a bonsai
i understand the chirping of my heart.

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:: exquisite images in an exquisite poem...

:: i always knew that your heart is an infinitely poetic bird, monsieur steeven.. :)