Life under burnt wood.
All that’s hidden is not lost.
The phoenix rises.
This post is part of my Haiku series. If you haven’t already, please read my “Introduction to Haiku” post.
What’s gone, is not necessarily forgotten. What’s forgotten, is not necessarily gone. We are part of the cycle of life—birth, death, and rebirth. Meditate on what rebirth means to you.
“Nothing from something. Something from nothing.”