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
Fungoid growths ring the body
Of buckeye, while the cold snaps on.
Growth is in corpulate decay;
Out of the mulch, constant transformations.
In a bed where someone once lay,
Crack the spine’s hieroglyphs.
In that absent warmth, goosefeathers
Cloud into shape shifters.
Coronation laurels last a day,
Then nobody remembers.
[Disposable Poem December 3, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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