Monday, May 23, 2011

In Harmony


When I am in harmony with Tao,
the universe becomes a symphony.

When I try to force my own way,
the universe turns a deaf ear.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

Mischief

Orange clef, yellow notes
Graffiti mold music
Traffic in sign language
Walled inspiration

Skip rope skin deep
Public as a park stall
Rocket aimed for stars
Solid coffee tin

Ready to light the fuse
Catty-corner to the curb
Outa sight wink and a nod
Steel drums rumba

{Disposable Poem May 23, 2011]
Dr. Mike