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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Interstices
Call it a white haze
That appears on the horizon,
Taking neither this nor that side --
Beyond the contagion
Of what touches the heart
Or transforms the mind.
Within the eye of a needle,
A dented tin cup rattles
Broken teeth and smiles.
Relentlessly screaming to be fed,
The collective hive swarms
Around the honey.
Enough is never enough. A generation
Refuses to explain what they want
And detonate the golden ring.
[Disposable Poem November 11, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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