enter from stage right and feel every fiber of your being crumble into dust and dirt
Tag: haiku
hair standing ovation: a birdsong unlike any other full of soul and love
exit stage: the body disintegrates gently pulled apart as curtains of mist
what do I make of the conversation between the wheelbarrow and the unkempt field
the sound of each footfall thunders in the fading quiet
the silence here is shaped by: weather, animals and the eccentricities of the land
inspector crows rally and hop across rooftops with a seriousness to match
inside the verdant undergrowth an industry of smaller gods gently begin the process of decay
a labour of love: how quietly the stream carries worlds and souls to the otherside
blue hour: with ceremonial stiffness pale hands draw the blade
elancharan gunasekaran 