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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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Poem
Memory fills its empty room
With sunlight filtered through
Children’s drawings taped to
Window panes. Soft orange
Glows all around the abandoned
Bed frame where an open box
Of inheritance rests next to
A discarded Chinese whip.
Distortions, all distortions,
Have peeled away the wall
Exposing stucco wavelets
And a mirror refracting
Those images from childhood
That block the full light
From the gazebo outside.
This is the reward for kindness,
For burying both parents,
And for living without purpose
Or children or siblings or
Friends to help get through
The holidays, because friends
Are not family, and family
No longer care to exist.
[Disposable Poem March 5, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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