Two winter haiku from Carol White and a poem from Patricia Daly-Lipe on the Buddhist term, Anatta:
Florida freezing
bright white sheets protect flowers
almost looks like snow
Come January
and you’re feeling kind of blue
buy frosted lipstick
by Carol White, Boca Raton Branch, FL
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Anatta
Sound and light,
Flashes from the dark
Penetrating the woods and streams within my shell
As I loose the walls of my body and succumb to the rays of light
And the rhythm of chords, shaking, quickening my nerves.
To loose oneself– myself –
To feel, to become,
To emerge, to blend, to grow,
To love and be,
Without form, without parameters
Self-less.
by Patricia Daly-Lipe
Washington, D.C. Branch
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