None of the pictures of God
I carry around in my head
are really pictures of God.
None of the images of Tao
that I think are true
are anywhere near the truth.
As intimate as my face.
As near as my hand.
Why can I not see this?
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Presence, ecstatic
Streaming bright breath caught cold in
Joy to be alive.
[Disposable Haiku April 29, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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