Some doors should not be closed.
Some doors should not be doors at all.
Discovering which is which is the journey.
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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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Brine
Catfish. Braised garlic.
Carefully peeling the spine,
To suck the salt out.
Some would hang it to
Catch flies swarming from mouths
Of thugs and bullies.
Some would curve it so
Ribs could be struck by mallets
Like a xylophone.
Nectar of the sea,
Each crystal contains secrets
Of life’s origins.
[Disposable Haiku September 15, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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