Haiku's from the buddhist retreat at Bundanoon...

Blundstones peak from

monk’s orange robe

as he minds steps

through grey gum forest

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thunk of timber

into iron stove;

then, warm silence

in the monks’ hall

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Buddhas and silly wool hats

greet wombat cruising

for night-time bread treat

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walking to nowhere

and everthing

at once –

simple as heel-toe-

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the constant

and grinding erasure

of his conscience
and consciousness