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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Nest
The nest may appear
Empty, but do not touch it.
What once it sheltered
Has found wings.
Nothing is empty
Unless first it was full.
Presence is not
Defined by absence.
Whorls of a conch
Trumpet elegies of the sea,
The intricate architecture
Of spawning.
[Disposable Poem May 27, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Dr. M:
I enjoy all of your poems and comments, but I especially like this one for some reason. Thanks.
H. K.
:)
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