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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Haiku-heights theme: tree

have you no shame –

flamboyant decoration

simply brazen

.

the keys coloured sun

conspicuous in your guilt

even grass blushes

.

in supplication

blood soaked palms raised skywards

penitent

.

fly, wing-ed forms, fly

the gentle rustle – oh listen!

the snake barks

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Haiku-heights theme: silence

escaping battle

no flight from one’s own soul –

the visions in one’s eye

.

running blindly

chased by a mind-screaming

staggering horror

.

sitting in silence

intangible the veil

one thousand yard stare

.

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