If I see a blind man
tapping his way
down the sidewalk,
should I feel sorry for him?
After all, his blindness
is easy to see.
Mine, not so much.
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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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Only A Guess
It feels like an arc
Of corrugated brine, twists
Whose spine tastes salty
As a sailor’s tale about
Being mugged and left for dead.
[Disposable Tanka September 13, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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