I am not perfect.
I have flaws that distress me.
How do I accept the parts
of myself that are dirt?
I am not profane.
I am sewn into the hem of Tao.
How do I accept that
there are no boundaries in God?
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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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Gospel According to Matthew
The first to recognize Christ
Were women, not men.
Mary Magdalene knew
At once. Paul doubted,
For women were hysterics
Who’d cost man his place with God.
[Disposable Tanka December 20, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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