In the holiest of climes
where the trees to heaven climb
.. the sweet sweet rain
turns to sour juice of lime
...
Abused by racial profilers
have been courageous Sikhs.
Some have confused
them with Muslim sheiks.
...
The way to heaven
is not a stairway
but a slide.
Holiness is letting go..
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Love is the food of the heart.
The more it flows uncircumscribed
to all creation, the more the soul
realizes he must stop eating
...
t was now July.
He had bought in December
an artificial Christmas tree.
It was festooned
...
Infidelity...
a sharp sword
whose blade never dulls
though it has pierced
...
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the ugliest of them all.
And the mirror replied:
'One who thinks ugliness
...