When I name myself,
I make myself small.
It is my nameless self
that contains worlds.
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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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Ripples
Gas bloats. Bodies float.
Where are the fishermen to
Haul these corpses in?
[Disposable Haiku November 9, 2013]
Dr. Mike
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