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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Investiture
Slowly the shadow of the roof
Sails across the hayloft
Tossing its cowboy hat
Into the ring.
Could be there’s a lasso
For buried walnuts,
Fine tuning on a pitchfork
Before Sunday hymnals.
Or sense, burnished by cinnamon
Incense, garnishes leaves
For deep affection
Beneath the mulch.
[Disposable Poem September 2, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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