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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More musical sound, please…
Music is not music without sound.
The swelling of the ground in spring
Resounds between those earthen mounds
That echo beats from threadbare wings.
Mahler stood in his retreat, deep
In the Alps, brooding over notes
He heard all nature sing to sleep
His dying children, burned to motes.
When beauty is too cruel, the blind
Are seared by savage light,
And in hysteria unwind
The rapture of the night.
[Disposable Poem October 1, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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