Sacredness is all around us.
Burning bushes litter our paths.
Holiness seeps in through every pore.
These are easy to see.
Discerning the Divine within
requires more experience.
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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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Memories of Coal
The glow within each
Cinder block decompresses.
Trash bins smell of death.
Then what is left? Breath?
Lungs fill with ash, the tongue sours,
And hands blacken hands.
Warmth evaporates
Its fingerprints from the stove.
Home’s an empty crib.
Between distant stars
There’s only chill space. Nothing
Is inside nothing.
[Disposable Haiku August 16, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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