Secrets separate us from one another.
Sometimes that is good. Sometimes not.
Depends on the secret and why we're keeping it.
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- This blog looks at what happens when you rub "Love thy neighbor" and Taoism together -- and other spiritual traditions. Weaving different spiritual threads into a new religious cloth isn't my goal, though. I'm more interested in exploring ways to make a world where Christianity and Taoism [and Judaism and Hinduism and Islam and Buddhism and Atheism and, and, and] can live next to each other in relative peace -- even inside the same skull. We can put humans on the moon and bring them safely home again, so why shouldn't we be able to get along with each other -- at least across a picnic table? After all, we're all connected. We arose from [the Tao, God, Yahweh, Allah, Higher Power, the Great Because -- pick a label], and we'll return to it. In it, through it, we are all one. My trip to the moon and back.
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A SECRET
This Sunday I shall close my door
On someone driven mad by grief.
Even if it’s the right thing to do,
It is not the right thing.
Her father died at home, her frightened
Mother followed after multiple
Congestive heart failures, and buried
In a sacred ring on her land -- her wolf.
So much has she lost that her mind
Is not right, and she tells
Everybody what to do and how,
Because she needs their help.
Unable to cope with these demands
To manage the books, collect estimates,
Or run a press on diabetic knees,
I close my door in self-defense.
I have no excuse for such cruelty,
Incompetence, and selfishness
In these lonely, last days of my life,
With nowhere to go but oblivion.
[Disposable Poem April 30, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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