hidden among
the black plum leaves,
a sparrow sings



tomorrow's budget
spent today
for a Basho book

Ah, the love of Filipino mothers...


near dawn--
mother peeling
potatoes

an army
invades my room--
ants



a shield, too,
from the noon sun--
haiku book

Last Sunday at UP, while we were doing zhan zhuang or "standing like a tree", the little yellow flowers of the tree that shaded us-- which I suppose is an acacia ree but I'm not sure-- kept on falling. It was a beautiful sight. It resembles the falling of snow. (It doesn't snow here in the Philippines, though). But it distracts us from meditating and from listening to our master's lecture. It also caught the attention of passers-by.


standing like a tree--
little yellow flowers
fall like snow

dusk
fills the beggar's cup--
sound of tambourine