If I clap my hands near a tree full of noisy starlings, they will fall silent.
But what noise can I make to silence the chirping in the tree of my 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.
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Siegfried
Having tasted dragon’s blood
He can hear all of nature
Singing the future of the planet
Whippoorwills through pines become
Clarinets in the string section
Heading toward extinction
Now there’s a flute. Here come
The horns, brash and brazen
Fanfare in a parade
So little remains in winter
Thin reeds wheedle razor
Sharp shrieks down steel tracks
Dissonance in a dry land
Jets swoop overhead
On a bombing run
[Disposable Poem December 2, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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