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Drevesni listi se sporazumevajo s trepetom bilk. <* * *>
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Svetilke noči. Nobena ni enaka drugi v temi. <* * *>
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Obrisi hiš dobivajo barve v zgodnjem jutru. <* * *>
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Jutro še blešči in plava po obzorju. Prekratke so noči. <* * *>
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Vrana zavija med letom, kot da ne ve kam. <* * *>
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Oblak v jutru. Jata prestrašenih ptic. Vihar se še skriva. <* * *>
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Drevje se ljubi. Nebo je veter med vejo in vejo. <* * *>
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Dan je najsvetlejši zjutraj, ko je še čist. <* * *>
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Drevje in hiše, oblaki in nebo in mir. Vse je prav. <* * *>
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Na zemlji je noč, ko je jutro še mlado. Na nebu je dan. <* * *>
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Odsevi sonca so zjutraj čisto drugačni, kot zvečer. <* * *>
Obrisi oblaka za vejami. Kot da je drevo večje. <* * *>
Storž na tleh pestuje svojo bolečino. <* * *>
Nevidne stene služijo redu. <* * *>
Razmišljanje: muka. Molitev: uslišanje. <* * *>
Potok je legel v svojo strugo. Spet mir. <* * *>
Zvoki ptic od zgoraj. Bo še kaj padlo dol? <* * *>
Poletni mrak. Silhuete prehajajo druga v drugo. <* * *>
Sence dreves padajo v noč. <* * *>
Motno nebo skriva tisto misel. <* * *>
Luči za velikim borom. Praznik. <* * *>
V dekletu, oblečenem v črno, se zrcali noč. <* * *>
Stopinje odzvanjajo v noč. Resnica <* * *>
Vonj po mladih smrekah do neba. <* * *>
Minljivo, a nespremenljivo: zaupanje. <* * *>
Potem pa mir, kot da bo večno trajal. <* * *>
Nikjer ptic. Pa vse žvrgoli. <* * *>
Mušica prileti v oko. Zakrije oblak. <* * *>
Mir odzvanja od nevidnih sten narave. <* * *>
Nobeno drevo ni samo. Človek pa. <* * *>
Samo jaz in nebo. Pa toliko oblakov! <* * *>
Mravlja odkriva naslednji prostor tišine. <* * *>
Trava. Toliko skrivnosti! <* * *>
Kos poje. Sploh ne ve, da ga poslušam. <* * *>
Drevo za drevesom, Nisem središče. <* * *>
Ptica klepeta, kot da nima nič povedati. <* * *>
Cvetoča hruška. Taka, kot vse. <* * *>
Ptič. Obnaša se kot čebela. <* * *>
Sraka. Bori se s sabo namesto s tešnostjo. <* * *>
Zeleni vrt. Ponavlja se stara zgodba. <* * *>
Oddih od misli. Nastane pesem. <* * *>
Jezna raca dela red po lepo urejenem vrtu. <* * *>
Nebo, zelenje, jaz. Čudež <* * *>
Razmišljam, koliko nebov je za nebom. <* * *>
Misel? kot ptič? pristane v preprostem. <* * *>
Vsi živci so napeti, ko pričakujem njen prihod. <* * *>
Cvet čebule je med sadeži tako sam! <* * *>
Smejem se, ker je ptič pristal vzvratno. <* * *>
Mravlja se je zmedla na mizi - ob njej vse polno zmedenih ljudi. <* * *>
Tišina neba komaj prodre med hiše in ljudi. <* * *>
Spomin se rojeva iz najine stare poti. <* * *>
Pijani možgani mislijo skozi zastor teških vek. <* * *>
Če metulj ni lahak, če ga pogledam s težo v sebi. <* * *>
Srečen sem, ko se razveselim delčka sebe. <* * *>
Drevo se ne zmeni za svojo senco. <* * *>
Najin sprehod je zamenjal misli in besede. <* * *>
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Ko ne izgovorim besede, naredim prostor za novo témo. <* * *>
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Če bi bil ptič, bi me moj muc pojedel. <* * *>
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Ko zagledam luno, se zavem, da stojim na Zemlji. <* * *>
Opoldanski oblaki srečujejo veter. Odkod ta moč? <* * *>
Narava. Sprehod pove več, kot pogled skozi okno. <* * *>
Detel na veji. Vrti se kot misel in odfrči. <* * *>
Vrana prileti z drevesa, se ustraši in zbeži - sem kriv? <* * *>
Zamenjam svinčnik za grafitnega. Vse brez kemije. <* * *>
Veter, mraz in sonce. Termometer visi postrani. <* * *>
Pišem haiku. Najprej veter, Potem učinek. <* * *>
Metla, prislonjena ob vrata, čaka tako mirno! <* * *>
Košček neba med drevesi. Ptiček je na spodnjem koncu tunela. <* * *>
V gozdu se nič ne giblje. Le zvoki poganjajo vse. <* * *>
Grd glas vrane iz drevja. Onesnaženje? <* * *>
Ptiček gleda žalostno v suh vodnjak. <* * *>
Dve ptici letita skupaj. Zakaj ena zavija stran? <* * *>
Dva se srečata. Čuden lesk v očeh. Pogum in strah. <* * *>
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Pomlad se ne naveliča poslušati svojih zvokov. <* * *>
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V najskrivnejšem kotičku gozda pleše senca lista ples. <* * *>
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Otroški glas. Mine nekaj dni. Ženski glas. <* * *>
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Sonce pusti vetru, da plava koderkoli hoče. <* * *>
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Otrok. Kapljica v večnost. Starček. <* * *>
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Postave ljudi strižejo veter, a on tega ne ve. <* * *>
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Pasji gobec poliže dlan, ali ugrizne. <* * *>
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Napetost med ljudmi. Rani še zamik glave. <* * *>
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Ograja deli moje in tvoje. Čigavo? <* * *>
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Mož in žena. On nese sebe. Ona vse. <* * *>
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Dimnik je vroč poleti in pozimi. Hiša je topla. <* * *>
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Marjetice so kot snežinke v beli travi. <* * *>
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Drevo še ni ozelenelo. Suhe veje še niso odpadle. <* * *>
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Barve, obrisi, veter, misel. Kaj bi brez sebe? <* * *>
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Tema. Tiktakanje ure. Beži čas, ali jaz? <* * *>
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Kakšno je zunaj? Umolknem. Povsod je haiku. <* * *>
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Ko zagrmi, potok spremeni barvo. <* * *>
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Ko zaprem oči, ptice začno peti. <* * *>
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Lajež v tišino. Spomnim se psa, ki sem ga imel rad.
The leaves in the wind understand the trembling grass <* * *>
Lights in the night. None is equal to any other in the dark. <* * *>
The outlines of houses are getting colours in the early morning. <* * *>
The morning is already gleaming and swimming across the horizon. The nights are too short. <* * *>
A crow swerves during its flight as if it did not know where to go. <* * *>
A cloud in the morning. A flock of frightened birds. The storm in still hiding. <* * *>
The trees love each other. The sky is the wind between one branch and the other. <* * *>
The day is brightest in the morning when it is still clear. <* * *>
The trees and the houses, the clouds and the sky and peace. Everything is right. <* * *>
There is still darkness on earth when the morning is young. But there is daylight in the sky. <* * *>
The reflections of the sun are completely different in the morning than those in the evening. <* * *>
The outlines of a cloud behind branches. As if the tree is larger. <* * *>
A cone on the ground. nurses its pain. <* * *>
Invisible walls are in servitude to order. <* * *>
Deliberation: torment. Prayer: fulfilment. <* * *>
A brook lay down in its bed. Peace once again. <* * *>
Sounds of birds from up above. Will something else fall down? <* * *>
Summer dusk. Silhouettes transcend into each other. <* * *>
Tree shadows fall into the night. <* * *>
Opaque heavens hide that thought. <* * *>
Lights behind a large pine. A holiday. <* * *>
A girl, clad in black, mirrors the night. <* * *>
Footsteps resound into the night. The truth. <* * *>
The scent of young pines touching the sky. <* * *>
Fleeting yet unchangeable: trust. <* * *>
And then peace, as if it shall last forever. <* * *>
Not a bird in sight. And yet there is warbling everywhere <* * *>
A midge flies into your eye. Covers the cloud. <* * *>
Peace resounds off invisible walls of nature. <* * *>
No tree is alone. Man is. <* * *>
Only me and the heavens. And so many clouds! <* * *>
An ant discovers the next place of silence. <* * *>
Grass. So many secrets! <* * *>
A blackbird sings. It doesn’t even know that I’m listening. <* * *>
A tree behind a tree. I am not the centre. <* * *>
A bird chatters, as if it had nothing to say. <* * *>
A pear tree in bloom. Just like all the others. <* * *>
A bird. It behaves like a bee. <* * *>
A magpie. Fights itself instead of gravity. <* * *>
A green garden. The old story repeats itself. <* * *>
A rest from thoughts. A poem emerges. <* * *>
An angry duck is putting things in order in a well-kept garden. <* * *>
The heavens, greenery, me. A miracle. <* * *>
I am thinking: how many skies are there behind the sky? <* * *>
A thought? like a bird? lands in simplicity. <* * *>
All my nerves are stretched because I am waiting for her. <* * *>
The flower of the onion is so lonely among the fruit. <* * *>
I am smiling because a bird has landed backwards. <* * *>
An ant got confused on a table – a lot of confused people around. <* * *>
The silence of the sky hardly penetrates down among the houses and people. <* * *>
A memory is born out of our old path. <* * *>
Drunken brains think through a curtain of eyelids. <* * *>
Even a butterfly is not light if I look at it through the weight inside me. <* * *>
I am happy when I am delighted by a piece of myself. <* * *>
A tree does not mind its shadow. <* * *>
Our walk substituted our thoughts and words. <* * *>
Whenever I do not say the word, I make room for a new theme. <* * *>
If I was a bird, my little cat would eat me. <* * *>
When I look at the moon, I realize that I am standing on earth. <* * *>
At noon, the clouds meet the wind. Where does the strength come from? <* * *>
Nature. A walk tells me more than a look through the window. <* * *>
A woodpecker on a branch. It spins around like a thought and flies away. <* * *>
A crow flies down from a tree, it gets startled and flees. Am I guilty? <* * *>
I take a pencil instead of a pen. Everything is without chemicals. <* * *>
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The wind, the cold and the sun. The thermometer is askew. <* * *>
I am writing a haiku. First there is the wind then the effect. <* * *>
A broom, leaning against the door, is waiting so calmly! <* * *>
A piece of the sky among the trees. A bird is on the lower side of the tunnel. <* * *>
Nothing is moving in the forest. But the sounds are moving everything. <* * *>
An ugly sound from a crow in the trees. Pollution? <* * *>
A little bird is looking sadly into an empty fountain. <* * *>
Two birds are flying together Why is one of them turning away? <* * *>
Two people meet. A strange gleam in their eyes. Courage and fear. <* * *>
The spring never gets tired of its own sounds. <* * *>
In the best hidden place in the forest a shadow of a leaf performs its dance. <* * *>
The voice of a child. A few days pass. The voice of a woman <* * *>
The sun lets the wind swim whenever it wants. <* * *>
A child. A drop into eternity. An old man. <* * *>
People’s shapes are cutting the wind, but the wind does not know that. <* * *>
A dog?s mouth can lick your palm or it can bite. <* * *>
Tension between people. The smallest movement of the head can hurt. <* * *>
A fence can divide mine and yours. Whose? <* * *>
A husband and a wife. He carries himself. She carries both. <* * *>
The chimney is hot in winter and in summer. The house is always warm. <* * *>
Daffodils are like snowflakes in the white grass. <* * *>
The tree has not become green yet. The dry branches have not fallen off yet. <* * *>
The colours, the shapes, the wind, a thought. What would I do without myself? <* * *>
Darkness. Sounds of a clock. Is time running away, or is it me? <* * *>
What is it like outside? I fall silent. Everywhere is haiku. <* * *>
When it thunders, the stream changes its colour. <* * *>
When I close my eyes, the birds start to sing. <* * *>
Barking in the darkness. I remember my old dead dog.