Sunday, 4 September 2011

Hurricane

You who know me,
as a Buddha on a hill,
as a seal in the sand,
as a sheep in its herd,
as a cow with its curd,
as an old man under a tree,
as just a garden weed,
You will not call me,
any of those names,
'cause when the moment beckons,
I come forth like a hurricane...



6 comments:

  1. VERY good. I like your words and the sequence of this.

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  2. thoughtful....intriguing....I like it!!

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  3. @Geraldine & @sandra - Thank you so much.

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  4. Oooh, like a hurricane! :) I like that.

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  5. Powerful piece. Never underestimate.

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