Stones into weapons.
Weapons into tools.
Caves into houses.
Houses into homes.
Curiosity into wisdom.
Wisdom into love.
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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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Tears into diamonds,
Sewn inside tartan pleats.
Coal into cinders,
Bucketfuls for the trash.
Seven knocked sideways
Off the brick address.
It’s not the house that’s gone,
But the childhood.
[Disposable Poem June 27, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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