We, the waywards,
very many our trespasses.
Thou art the merciful,
steering us to roads
where the sun shines
and shadows fall behind.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascen...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.