It's easy
to box up
my religion
and put it
in a closet.
Boxing up
my spiritual life,
on the other hand,
has become
impossible.
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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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Thomas
Are the nails real? May
I touch your wound? Or open
The box? What pops out?
[Disposable Haiku September 28, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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