Ink or no ink,
our lives are written
on the parchment
of our skin.
When we read
each other's stories,
we sojourn in
each other's lives.
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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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Loss
Torn from the blurred toss
Of a dime, spinning, spinning,
Wild in abandon.
[Disposable Haiku August 31, 2012]
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