Four things are everchanging, yet always staying the same. The surface of a lake. The wind across grassland. The flames of a fire. The sky on a cloudy day.
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.
2 comments:
You are so poetic! Your words inspire.
Ah, shucks. Now you're making me blush.
Thanks.
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