Here I am,
hemmed in by my senses.
Here I am,
lost forever in the motion of time.
Here I am,
blind and deaf to my true nature.
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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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Interstate at Dawn
Some drive the highway
Until the heat buckles it
And like flocks of geese
They tailspin over the rail
Into the river below.
If you love what you do,
Expect no one to pay you
Because that’s not a job
In this country.
[Disposable Poem July 24, 2011]
Dr Mike
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