roots ~ a haibun

Angkor Cambodia 2020

Angkor Wat, Cambodia

We don’t know why an entire populace disappeared, leaving kingdoms built over centuries. They must have hiked up far off hills, explored caves, to find the right granite to build a city for their gods, for their future. They must have traveled across land and sea to find the sculptor who would for the rest of his days retrieve the deity from the holy rock. They must have been visionary architects, seeing a flat piece of land and imagining temple doorways oriented to the sun’s greeting at dawn, drawing light in to bathe the gods. They built the towering temples they had imagined. The temples still stand today. Still. Silent. Sapient. In testimony to the tens of thousands of lives who lived, loved, dreamt. We do know they dreamt. Dreamt that their fields will flourish, dreamt their children will laugh, dreamt that the lotus ponds with pink blooms will light up souls, dreamt of tomorrows.

waters still flow

quenching roots of our little lives

surging past morrows

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Mindfills by s.s. for

Ronowan writes Haiku challenge – morrow and surge

Eugi’s weekly prompt – tree of life

d’Verse Haibun Monday hosted by Frank Tassone – hike

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays – poet’s choice

Cee’s FOTD

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