Words are like bullets.
They cannot be called back
once they have left the gun.
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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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Centipede
Like the old Slinky
That would tumble down the stairs,
Words sear lava paths
In the blood line of children
Brutalized by their parents.
[Disposable Tanka July 17, 2010]
Dr. Mike
Seeds only sprout once;
once dug from the earth and left
out to dry, they die.
A wound heals but leaves a scar.
Flesh, like earth, persists.
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