Haikoan
From your lotus posture, your eye follows a fly as it moves toward the rock garden, where a rill of water sounds. The mind wanders off, losing itself in the grains of sand. You watch the mind and gently nudge it back into the dojo.
You behold the cursor blinking on your screen. Your mind's eye traces it back through silicon pathways, down copper wires, emerging into glowing cathode ray tubes. You watch the mind and gently nudge it back into the dojo.
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Haiku and Versions of Water are here.
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