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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Tristesse
You have to grow
Marrow in the bones
If you don't want to
Break under pressure
We make enemies
Of those we love
Close quarters change
How we treat each other
Burrs underfoot burst
Their balls of blood
We make enemies
Of those we love
Cautious as a lynx
Whose cunning eyes
Slice through the dark
We crouch and purr
Only to make enemies
Of those we love
Tart spurs dart
From gaseous mist
Birthing stars
Who knows how
We make enemies
Of those we love
[Disposable Poem January 23, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Your message today is more dead on than I would like. ;)
RT: Yeah, it's a bitch, isn't it.
HK
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