Tell me what I hear
when I hear that still, small voice.
Tell me what I see
when I see the hand of God.
Tell me what I feel
when I feel the currents of Tao.
I can't tell you these things, either.
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The shared voice is of
The people, surprised someone
Else hears and answers.
[Disposable Haiku September 29, 2012]
Dr, Mike
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