We are like trees growing
into the same air space.
We all want our share
of the light.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
a journey of awareness
Archives
-
▼
2012
(365)
-
▼
January
(31)
- Still Waters
- Drawing Lines
- Work and Play
- Our Share
- Sacred Seven
- A Voice Crying
- Hand. Foot. Face.
- Flags
- Even
- Distances
- Dark Guide
- Discovering What Matters
- Selfish Generosity
- When Two Become One
- Better Left
- Seed Bed
- When I Consider
- To Be Abandoned?
- The Wheel of Change
- Seeking Results
- What I Give
- Tao in Light. Tao in Darkness.
- Hurt Never Lasts
- Light Show
- New Life
- Who Am I?
- Empty Plate
- Reflections
- Flowers Among Misery
- Cold
- Perfection Before Grace?
-
▼
January
(31)
Want to follow along?
But Wait! There's More!
Posts
About me
- HK Stewart
- 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.
1 comment:
Beijing Paranoia
We rescue from dreams
Anonymous assessments
So they may better serve
To drive the witches from us
Observe who drown or fly
Encircling our children
Everything’s their business
Counting Einstein’s eggs
Here are the bonus points
To compensate for errors
That cap and trade on breath
From flying pigeon bikes
But when there are no flags
To sop the burning oil
We bow and use our heads
Of dreadlocks or queues
From identity theft to when
Hackers crack the codes
It’s personal property
Only when it’s shared
[Disposable Poem February 2, 2013]
Dr. Mike
Post a Comment