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SEVEN HIAKU POEMSLoving hands melt rockStone transforms to molten clay What joyous release With your touch, I sigh Armor falls away I find the true self beneath. Hands float across my back I sink deep into the pool At the bottom: peace. Raindrops and hailstorms Turn into streams Carving deep rivers down my spine. Smooth hands follow Grain of the wood Tracing lines and rings inside the trunk Beneath poised hands A tiger's face appears Whiskers sprout beneath fingers Whirlpool of quicksand circles my leg Mudflow cascades And sweeps away Copyright 2001 Karen Albertsen |