Scales
Haibun 2026 - Spring
Bread, a thin wafer. Wine. I breathe in thick incense and lose my balance.
There is grain on the floor. I fear it, and what must happen to it. I accept that it will happen whether I do it or not, so I will choose to do it, but I will wear a blindfold, for now. Spikes and leaves underfoot, I circle around, a spiral forever. Instead of giving up, each time around I give away. My pain, I give away. My control, I give away. My fear, I give. My love, I give. My faith, I give. Will I have nothing left when the sun sets on this vortex?
From out of my mouth, a double edged sword. Sharp.
golden grass hums in the wind, sweet honey
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Thanks for reading Tea for a Druid. This haibun is from a series inspired by tarot divination. This one reflects the Justice card.
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The word “letting go” made me think a bit.When you keep stripping things away, what is it that truly remains?When you get to my age, you no longer have the freedom to choose,and things like status, health, pride, excitement… etc.are gradually stripped away.What is the true meaning of the last line?
Loved this.