Everything began as something else.
Sand. Water. Ocean. Planet. Sun.
Even these eyes that record it all.
What was I before flesh but grass?
What was I before grass but earth?
What was I before earth but flesh?
Tao alone has no antecedent.
Tao has no history and no future.
Even in impermanence,
we, too, are Tao.
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So Much
So much happens
Nobody can keep track
Of what’s going on
So much talk
In a world
Where nobody listens.
So much money
To fake reality
On the big screen
[Disposable Poem September 21, 2011]
Dr. Mike
Nice! I love the idea of Christian Taosim, because I'm so convinced Christ was of the Tao.
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