Friday, July 27, 2012

What a Chore

God casts flowers in my path,
but all I notice are weeds and thistles.

Tao fills my days with wonder,
but all I see are deadlines and obligations.

The universe soaks me in grace,
but all I survey is a desert of fear.

What a chore it is just to look.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...


Money can corrupt
Whatever’s made a business.
Crows choose without cause.

[Disposable Haiku July 27, 2012]
Dr. Mike