A journey
that requires
no steps.
A path
that heads
in no direction.
I stand
at the beginning
and the end
of where I am going.
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Officium
It begins again –
The rain that is not the same
On pathways that are.
*
But here there are no
Pathways – just rubble of an
Empty parking lot.
*
Unraked Japanese
Garden full of gravel and
Discarded toothpicks.
*
What begins again
Has no knowledge of what came
Before it could breathe.
*
I’ve seen this photo
Again, but light was clearer
Then and tasted fresh.
*
Over and over,
Under and under, start-ups
Rise without fall-backs.
*
Stones rinse their hides in
The drizzle of other stones,
All imagined rain.
*
There’s no beginning.
Suddenly we are and we
Are. It’s all being.
[Disposable Haiku June 10, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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