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 Jan 2019 Febronia Ventura
Gyuwon
My confidence rolls off my cheek
One drop at a time
Into my nightly coffee
Bitter taste of defeat

Fear overwhelming my sorrows
My only will is keeping alive

Cut me up into little pieces

Shallow cuts
Deep cuts
They all hurt the same

But I dont hurt myself
So what else could be

My confidence rolls down my cheek
Made a stream along my neck
Itll grow into a river
And wash my fears away
I stare at my reflection,
You're staring back at me.
A flaw so insignificant
And yet, it's all I see.
There's no way you define me
So why don't I agree?
Why is it that I still fear
It's you they see, not me?
What do you do with
Thoughts that won’t leave about loves
That already have
I welcome them with the innocent love of the day I met you.
I let them pass with the wise love that hugged you farewell.
The eternal love?
No, for still I cling to this cycle.
Karma is a friend
Not a judge or a jury --
More like a suchness...
Western culture, rooted in Judeo-Christian beliefs, lends a poor translation
Standing in the rain
Trying to wash it away —
I’m made of water…
We're born from strife
Don’t miss your cold love
Miss the warmth you let me feel
About myself —
Even the pain in my chest, and the shallowness of my words and breath, are Zen if your labels are loose.

Expect more traditional haiku shortly.
Do you mourn the wind
As the particles pass by?
Their death brings spring-time…
Here lies one, in the wake of 36
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