Posted by: Zane Maser | July 27, 2017




Misty mountain peaks.
Rarified air, pristine view.
Vast landscape stretches.

What is there to judge
of black, white, bad, good, wrong, right
at high altitudes?

Worldly life, status,
awards, money, big car, house.
What fleeting value…

Judge not self, others.
Let go remarks, reviews, blame.
Silent mountains speak.




Drop the titles. You don’t need to call yourselves
lamas or roshis. Drop the costumes.
His Holiness the Dalai Lama

Three things cannot be long hidden: the Sun,
the Moon, and the Truth.
The Buddha


Other Spiritual Offerings:

• What Value A Gold Nugget?

• The Hunchback in Each of Us

• Self-Acceptance Heals the World

• That Could Be Me

• Be of Understanding Heart

• Choose Love

• The World is in our Neighborhood


Haiku poem © by Zane Maser, 2017. Photos gratefully used from Wikimedia Commons. Second photo attributed to I, Cszmurio. All 2009-2017 rights of Zane Maser and SunnyCat Astrology reserved worldwide.

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My editorial master and technological wizard is Chris Maser, my joyful husband.

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