Seldom does it matter what I think. Seldom does it matter what I feel. Seldom does it matter what I know. Seldom does it matter what I remember. Seldom does it matter what I forget.
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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What Matters
Silence threatens words.
Poems always flirt with it,
But never succumb.
What you say matters less than
What makes for human contact.
[Disposable Tanka July 28, 2011]
Dr, Mike
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