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.
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Bankrupt
Money can corrupt
Whatever’s made a business.
Crows choose without cause.
[Disposable Haiku July 27, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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