A dog can shake off water,
but I cannot shake off Tao.
A child can slink away and hide,
but I cannot slip away from Tao.
Rain can wash away mountains,
but I cannot wash away Tao.
Tao is closer than my skin,
more intimate than my breath.
Why would I want any more
distance than that?
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Drought
A glass of water.
Thunder. Wait for it. Wait. Sleep.
Dream without dreaming.
[Disposable Haiku July 9, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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