I’ve gained nothing
from the practice,
instead losing some
of what I used to have.
What I looked for isn’t here.
Still fearful,
bitter at separation —
but, too,
softened against the day
and quicker to tears.
My daughter’s pockets
are filled with shiny rocks,
just like mine.
bussokuseki 
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very beautiful poem.
groetjes, Francina
Thank you so much for reading it and saying so – it is a great gift. Be well this day~
subtle…solid…perfect
Many thanks for your great kindness. Thank you for visiting, blessings to you~
Oh honest man, well done.
Thank you so much for reading and for your comment – I suppose it really does come down to honesty in a way…Be well~
Beautiful, just beautiful!
Thank you so much for your visit and comment, I appreciate it deeply. I will look forward to visiting your blog again as well. Take care~
So perfect for today, and every day.
“My daughter’s pockets are filled with shiny rocks. Just like mine.”
Splendid and moving. Thank you.
Love the metaphor of shiny rocks 🙂
Thank you – and thank you for being such a wonderful reader of my blog. Be well~