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Friday, August 16, 2013

Holy Ground


Sacredness is all around us.
Burning bushes litter our paths.
Holiness seeps in through every pore.

These are easy to see.

Discerning the Divine within
requires more experience.

1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeAugust 16, 2013 at 9:51 PM

    Memories of Coal

    The glow within each
    Cinder block decompresses.
    Trash bins smell of death.

    Then what is left? Breath?
    Lungs fill with ash, the tongue sours,
    And hands blacken hands.

    Warmth evaporates
    Its fingerprints from the stove.
    Home’s an empty crib.

    Between distant stars
    There’s only chill space. Nothing
    Is inside nothing.

    [Disposable Haiku August 16, 2013]
    Dr. Mike

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