Hillsides hold rivers on course
even as the rivers wear them away.
Tree limbs stretch higher every year
even as their roots dig deeper underground.
What holds us in place
creates the way of our escape.
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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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“Noli timere” -- Seamus Heaney
When Virgil descended into Hell, did he meet
Any poets among the nameless, unburied corpses
Who wrote with too much spirit and honesty
Ever to be published in their lifetime?
Those still living in capitalism have to purchase
The right to a funeral and trust somebody
Will see to the will you wrote, giving
All possessions to school and community.
Where money can buy anything, it’s all about
What can you get without paying full price?
A whole younger generation is looking for work
While elderly rattle begging cups outside refugee camps.
[Disposable Poem September 2, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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