I can see the bottom of a creek.
I can touch the bottom of a stream.
I can swim to the bottom of a river.
I can dive to the bottom of the sea.
How do I reach the bottom of the Tao?
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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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I open, a bloom:
the honeybee lights on me,
touches the inmost.
When I receive, I'm carried
forth from myself, and give life.
There is no bottom
Each floor gives way
To another beneath it
Until there is no floor
Only a rural highway
Or cardboard boxes
Beneath an underpass
Where cold winds knife through
With the Arkansas River
For temptation
[Disposable Poem December 5, 2010]
Dr. Mike
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