Haiku #123

Picking blueberries

While a friend of a friend dies –

See the connection.

I was in the bush this morning, enjoying one of my favorite activities of summer (or, the whole year), when I got the news that a dear friend of my best fried had died. I got caught up in thinking about the notion of being “plucked off the branch.” I meditated on the prospect of Spirit being that magic life in everything, and, even in Death of body, the magic remains.