There are
no limits,
no borders,
no boundaries,
no edges
in your
spiritual life.
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- HK Stewart
- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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still, I have to cross a ford
where I end and you begin.
I can't name till I've explored
that strange land beneath your skin.
there are places god has breathed
like dawn's light makes mountains gold,
spilled from silhouettes, unsheathed.
where you, rapt, tremble to hold
snow-capped peaks against the blue,
wider than you now, cool, pale.
love, we know not what we do.
love, we know we must not fail.
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