weighted down by life
she contemplated feathers
the language of sky
"there is no key to happiness.
the door is always open."
such a paradox, this word;
and yet each morning
when the birds of dawn relish the very air
with a christening song
i know it to be true.
everything exists in every moment,
the light and the dark of it.
strength, weakness, courage, fear,
joy and sorrow.
one only needs to close their eyes
and look through the lens of love,
to hold a feather while standing on hard ground;
to step firmly through the open door.
haiku are crafted from small words of letting go,
so we can taste the lightness of being.