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Some Haikus

Flowing Gentleness
Red hot this notion of peace
Light hearts, cool spring breeze

Iridescent bright
The sound of the universe
Thunders coming change

Humble as if, dust
Winter ending sunrise bright
Birthing completeness
 
Rules protect! I'm told
Maintain the common order
Well guarded prison

Our path follows us
Knowing that we were never lost
The path of no path
  
Have no investment
In proving others right or wrong
Freedom to be love

Copyright © 2004 William A. York.
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