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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:

  1. Dr. MikeJuly 27, 2012 at 8:30 PM

    Bankrupt

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

    [Disposable Haiku July 27, 2012]
    Dr. Mike

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