The Way Of The Tao

people say they know me – knew me

a poor man – crazy man:

Ha-ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!

Old and battered but breathing

the subtle things;

but now they say they don’t  – didn’t

unable to rely on appearances – experiences

the sickness is illusion

and it is fortunate to meet

with men wise to the Tao

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Haiku-heights theme: desert

long my shadow falls

across your sheer faces –

the low angled sun

.

a fine thread sewn

into the curved hips of dunes

footsteps in the sand

.

each grain of rice climbs

the arcuate dune lifting

ripple by ripple

.

yearning for water

winds dry the salt on my skin

a deceitful kiss

.

the sky shimmers

seven colours play

with promise

.

sand grains jump

excitedly

emulating rain

.

just a shower

of heavenly light – all else

evaporates

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