A river flows through
the ten thousand things
like space through matter.
Flowing, and yet still.
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- 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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Higher Ground
What is this rock but
Memory of a river
That forgot its flow.
[Disposable Haiku April 19, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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