(1)
Crossing the Stream.
An old man on a broken Bridge.
At dusk he crosses the swollen stream
With long slow strides.
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(2)
Chinese Ceramics.
This is where I can meditate,
A room stacked with
Plates, bowls and cups,
Simply decorated,
Reflecting the light.
I sit by myself,
Perfectly happy
Arranging invisible flowers.
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(3)
My Wilderness.
I have allowed a patch of garden to grow wild.
It is now more beautiful than when I mowed it,
Every plant has found its proper place.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 24th. - 27th. 2017.
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