Rain or sleet or snow? Sometimes even flowers can Become quite confused. * White shafts of bristle Prickle in clumps at the base Where truffles cluster. * Alfalfa sneezes Its pollen calling card, deep Inside a sink hole. * The scorched earth resists Becoming a sponge until Moisture stays steady. * All kinds of wild things Swell alongside the suture That ice cycles thaw. * Where is the future? Not even a handful of Thistles can tell you.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
1 comment:
Prophesies
Rain or sleet or snow?
Sometimes even flowers can
Become quite confused.
*
White shafts of bristle
Prickle in clumps at the base
Where truffles cluster.
*
Alfalfa sneezes
Its pollen calling card, deep
Inside a sink hole.
*
The scorched earth resists
Becoming a sponge until
Moisture stays steady.
*
All kinds of wild things
Swell alongside the suture
That ice cycles thaw.
*
Where is the future?
Not even a handful of
Thistles can tell you.
[Disposable Haiku March 9, 2013]
Dr. Mike
Post a Comment