No color is perfect.
No pigment is pure.
What flows from within
is what should matter.
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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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Matter, not pigments,
Rubbed smooth by the blind, bolster
The expectant attic.
[Disposable Haiku November 29. 2015]
Dr. Mike
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