Clothe the naked,
and warm your own soul.
Feed the hungry,
and fill your own spirit.
Comfort the sick,
and heal your own sorrows.
Visit the imprisoned,
and free your own mind.
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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.
4 comments:
Or...we should just be kind for kindnesses sake. :-)
That, too.
Porous Sieve
I could not help you
Reach your mother as she died.
I feel so ashamed.
[Disposable Haiku September 27, 2011]
Dr. Mike
Dr. Mike,don't feel ashamed. I was told sometimes we must hurt to heal, and as humans we can't always be there at the right time. The mother's soul is aware of your shame and forgives you in Christ's love
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