We are rivers flowing
into the ocean of Tao.
We are clouds flowing
across the sky of Tao.
We are herds flowing
over the land of Tao.
Tao flowing through Tao.
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Silence is the conch shell, discarded
Skin of a sea creature, within
Whose curlicues those most fearful
Of criticism curl, fetal position.
Silence doesn’t exist. John Cage
In a fully padded, acoustocated
Room, heard a rhythmic pounding.
What he heard was his own heart.
So even in complete withdrawal
From the world, no one can escape
Hearing their own heart. And why
Would anyone not want to hear
What the heart has to say?
Dr. Mike
Disposable poem September 15, 2013
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