A mystic hears a voice.
Who whispers in her ear?
A sage listens deep inside.
What wells up from within?
A baby stares unblinking.
What holds its attention so?
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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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Where I Work, No One Is Allowed to Speak
Almost fired – again!
Couldn’t get out of bed. Must
Disconnect the phone.
[Disposable Haiku February 8, 2013]
Dr, Mike
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