Sunday, April 29, 2012

None


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?

1 comment:

  1. Flash Drive

    Presence, ecstatic
    Streaming bright breath caught cold in
    Joy to be alive.

    [Disposable Haiku April 29, 2012]
    Dr. Mike

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