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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Nothing
Don't mistake your nothing
For nothing. It is not the small
Pear held by withered hands
Of an old woman who has been
Beaten and shouted down for
Daring to speak her mind. Her
Nothing weighs more than yours,
Because she has no hope that the law
Can protect her, or that her words
Can roost in any bookseller's shop
To hearten or endear other
Younger women in the struggle
To breathe behind burkas and walls.
Perfumed and ripe for burial.
Dr. Mike
[Disposable Poem March 21,2010]
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