To be struck blind
on a spiritual road
is nothing new.
It happens all the time.
The arresting thing
is how much light hides
in that temporary darkness.
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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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Overheard
Too soon, mon vieux, too soon!
Whisperers ghost the halls
Teasing out a tune, their night lute
Strung from guts and fur balls,
Dry-wheezing inside a carapace
Of ancient heraldry, its iron grill
A grimace of snuff and bitters,
As if northern winds had iced over.
Ensconced within a fever, no longer shy
To lose their tempers and rage,
Elders ring the stumps and clock
Splinters among fresh nestings,
Draw lots for better intellect, wit,
Or cunning in the bureaucratic needle
That threnodies thread, full certain
How wisdom is paralyzed by light.
[Disposable Poem February 4, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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