The brooding skies throb Above each checklist. The watch Hounds each drop of blood. * Or tornado sirens Frighten owls in the elms and Compete with police. * Or force from giant Fireballs blister the night air And level the town. * We are living in Twilight, a diminishing Of insight and love.
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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The brooding skies throb
Above each checklist. The watch
Hounds each drop of blood.
*
Or tornado sirens
Frighten owls in the elms and
Compete with police.
*
Or force from giant
Fireballs blister the night air
And level the town.
*
We are living in
Twilight, a diminishing
Of insight and love.
[Disposable Haiku April 19. 2013]
Dr. Mike
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