In honor of Poetry Month, here are two of my favorite haikus. Deep truths, elegantly expressed. Do they speak to you, too?
The Golden Buddhas pay no heed at all
To pigeon-droppings in their raftered hall.
TRUSTING THE WIND
Simply have faith; let all attachments go.
Do not blossoms scatter, even so?
From A CHIME OF WINDBELLS: A Year of Japanese Haiku, by Harold Stewart