When the haiku works natural order is found in simple accord.
Where syllables five bring the moment alive and manifest meaning.
When sentences flow in a disciplined order, resolution comes.
Yesterday isn’t available for comment, except in rumours.
Tomorrow awaits, uncertain of its future, knowing it will come.
Today resonates, knowing now is all we need, desiring nothing.
When the mountain sings the riverbed awakes and tries to remember.
When the moon looks down and sees the earth revolving, it knows, it just knows.
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