If I have a talent for something,
where does that talent lie --
in me or in the Tao from which I arise?
If I am skilled in certain tasks,
am I the source of these abilities,
or do they flow from the Divine?
When I claim what is not mine,
I become responsible
for the calamities that follow.
When I let go of what is not mine,
I become the bearer of gifts
I could never afford on my own.
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Lightning Bug
Do you think before you dance?
Do your million filaments tweet?
Who wouldn’t be drawn to the light
After guiding the poets through?
There was always a second chance
At the end of every week
When you got the numbers right
And no one at the office knew.
To second guess romance
Means playing a hunch, discreet
As blushing in the night
Over who is kissing who.
[Disposable Poem November 20, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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