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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Why I Still Don’t Belong Here # 2
On the other side
Of me is me trying not
To be me or you.
Disposable Haiku September 11, 2012]
Dr. Mike
Or
The quarry at night,
Like all things, dissolves in flight
Worship and weapons.
Autumnal woodlands,
Matchsticks of iced fire and air,
Singe, flinch, and whistle.
Solid flow transforms
Steel to mercury, and back,
Honing hooves to wings.
The alternative,
The wild, proves insubstantial
As rivers of rock.
[Disposable Haiku September 12, 2012]
Dr. Mike
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