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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Rebirth
Before they hit the ground
Raindrops bloat in swirls
Of bulging lozenges, tides
Pulsing against thin membranes.
Their lives ache to taste salt
And dissolve beneath the sun,
Sucked back by a reverse gravity
To be recycled as clouds.
Each time, some trace element
Conjoins with the earth below,
While only slivers of identity
Are ever returned to the heavens.
[Disposable Poem October 29, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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