At some point in our long trip I realize that, though the taiga looks much the same we have came so far into the east, that the train is the thin rope that still connects us to the familiarity of the west we know. We are divide from the forests and the big rivers only by the thin shell of the railway car. We live in bubble of western life but I still sense an unfamiliar taste in the tea from the samovar in the corridor. Like the breath from a dragon I feel the iciness of the air as I open the window to let the Siberian air replace the stale smell of cigarette smoke.
The air filled with drumbeats from a shaman’s skin smells like fresh pine needles
The sun-lit pines by Ivan Shishkin
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Linked to Carpe Diem
January 24, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
the fresh Siberian air sounds MUCH better than the stale cigarette smoke…especially if it smells of pine needles!
This whole piece is very beautiful, but the haiku part:
“The air filled with drumbeats from a shaman’s skin smells like fresh pine needles.”
is exceptional! This whole thing is so very artistic and filled with beauty.
Thank you.. I took upon myself to write a haibun per day for through Siberia.. it’s getting tougher and tougher to fill it with content.
I included your haibun in my review. Hope that is ok. http://hamishgunns-haibun.tumblr.com/post/74420344211/shaman-haiku. I was very impressed.
I’m honoured
Wow! What a nice haibun Bjorn and that American Sentence is … awesome.
I really love this so much…especially the last sentence. Perfect!!!!
I can see that the American Sentence is a beautiful completion to your haibun. The fragrance of pine needles rising with the beat of the drum is pure delight.
the train being the thin rope that still connects us was a very cool touch in this bjorn….def a cool american sentence tagged on there as well…it adds another layer…