Four books carry wisdom.
First is the book of limits.
Second is the book of directions.
Third is the book of silence.
Fourth is the book of lights.
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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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Modermism
When I open the book of limits,
Nails pop up and screws
Fall out, making a racket
Over the kitchen floor.
When I open the book of directions,
Maps unfold, each in a language
I do not know, and each historically
Documenting a world long gone.
When I open the book of silence,
All the rooms in the apartment
Become sealed in a Zip-Lock bag
And I start to asphyxiate.
When I open the book of lights,
My eyes tear up and I go blind,
Screaming, unable to find my way,
Tripping over loose screws in the kitchen.
[Disposable Poem January 4, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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