Our moon nature

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming, a door half-opend, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature.
Reginald H. Blyth

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