Age spots, white hair.
Paper skin, deafness.
What fragile vessels
for such accrued wisdom.
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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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Counting the Losses
Who’s the oldest now?
Don’t look under the grave stones.
Look in a mirror.
[Disposable Haiku January 5, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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