Tao does not promise anything,
and yet it is the source of everything.
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- 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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White Tulips
"Make visible, what without you, might never have been seen." – Robert Bresson
There is always promise in truly new
Images perched on stems that stretch out thought,
Perfuming without knowing that they do
Subtle variations on the standard plot.
The new rejoice in being so alive
That darkness pearls into white feathery
Whiffs, bobbing noodle heads whom bells revive
In crowds, each a unique identity.
Peeling back lips, botanists botch the task
Of catching what evaporates in air,
Listening for whispers behind the mask,
If ever anything was really there.
[Disposable Poem May 28, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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