Everything I see,
everything I hear,
everything I smell
and taste and touch
is my mind's imitation
of what I see and hear
and smell and taste and touch.
But an imitation
is not the real thing.
Only the real thing
can truly be itself.
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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The thing observed is
Unique but not unaware
And stares back at you.
[Disposable Haiku September 8, 2015]
Dr. Mike
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