What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
More and more this space that your blog is, is thronging with a divine beauty of all the muses of poetry, it seems.
ReplyDeleteLovely haiku. Lovely image with a lovely alt.
Makes me happy to read this and the previous posts.
Dear P,
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it. Your delight is valuable. :-)