Waves wash things ashore:
bouyant trash from far away,
driftwood, and sea weed.
Synchronize your breath
with the ebb and flow of waves.
Feel the ocean’s pulse.
Contemplate them all:
driftwood, sea weed, even trash.
Insights ride the waves.
Hmmm. The face is a mask that nobody is wearing. Who could be contemplating? And yet …
There is no nothingness.
Quantum physics finds
tumult in vacuum behind
If the allusion in my haiku responding to
« Contemplation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #103 »is too cryptic, I recommend A Universe from Nothing by L.M. Krauss.
While the form is conventional, the content of the haiku may be the farthest outside the box that I have gone. As of now, anyway. So the haiku is also a response to
« Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #6 new ways »
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