The bowl of water
does not sense its own wetness,
nor the twig its leaf.
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Bowl
The bowl of water
does not sense its own wetness,
nor the twig its leaf.
Mark M. Redfearn 
i.love.this.
can you sense just how much?
I have a small idea! 😉
very zen; have a nice weekend
much love…
Love the parabolic affect.
Perhaps a bit like humans at times? Wonderful haiku! Happy Weekend to you ^_^
artmusedog and carol (A Creative Harbor)
wonderful ! leaves me speechless Mark !
nor we our bodies miracles.
Aah! A thoughtful one, nice!
Very nice, Mark!
or do they? How can we really know what or who knows what? The bowl of water is suspect, but maybe the tree has some intelligence? No matter, this is a lovely haiku Mark. Thanks for your kind comment over at my blog.
I guess we’ll never know for sure on this side of heaven, Laura…
you amaze me once again! I love how you think.
Wow! and maybe it is what it is; very powerful verse here…now I can’t shut my mind off which says a lot to your words; what I needed today for inspiration.
Nor poet the sense 😉
VERY nice and Zen. It’s haiku through and through.
Oh – now this is a very special haiku, one to think about for a while longer and reflect on live. Beautiful!