A beach of sand.
A mountain of boulders.
An ocean of rain.
A lifetime of moments.
The Tao of ten thousand things.
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- At What Age?
- The Shelf-Life of Happiness
- Chopping Off Heads
- The Questions You Cannot Answer
- Three Paths
- Winter Solstice
- A Beach of Sand
- Forgiveness and Apology
- Which Is Harder?
- A Piece of Wood Floating
- On Being Human
- Going Extinct
- The Split in the Woods
- Unanswered Question
- Why Go to So Much Trouble?
- The Boundaries of the Ten Thousand Things
- Five Mountains
- The Work of Circles
- Time Tricks
- Dreaming or Awake?
- I Have Already
- When I Do Not Know
- Birthday Present
- Stargazing
- The Spider Spins a Web
- If You Are Hungry
- Neighbor, Enemy, Friend
- Enlarging the Tribe
- Nothing Lasts Forever
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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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Graduate Student
Her wedding, planned for two,
Multiplied like fruitcakes
Well over a hundred.
The honeymoon took her
Away from school
But closer to herself.
Then she fell ill, diagnosed
As a miscarriage,
Confined to bed.
In a culture that celebrates
Birth this time of year,
Life is very fragile
[Disposable Poem December 25, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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