Following tradition I memorize the dogma Never questioning nor diverging The way is clear and harsh My steps and thought, straight I follow the path Rejecting tradition I rebel against the dogma And question all before me As I come to the end of the path To stop, deep in thought On what is the way Creating traditions Without harsh dogma Embracing questions and wonder I forge a new, more beautiful path I walk without listening to thought And follow the Way
Category: philosophy
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shu ha ri
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the choice
It’s not a choice Between good and evil The deep divide is On what is good And what is evil These are debated Unendingly, not finding A common ground A sense of truth A path to follow Belief is not knowledge True faith is not fact In history, religion has Traded evil for good And good for evil Endless debates continue Church and State Black and White Right and Left Good and Evil We’ve become bipolar No middle ground Against each other Hate your neighbor And your enemy The red we see On the street In the station At the battlefield It’s the same shade Not good nor evil It flows in us all And the fact is We all share DNA 99.9% the same The world is small As are many minds Growing smaller With dog whistles In our ears Sounding the call To ruin us all Not just here But everywhere Our beliefs touch The good The evil Also Share DNA
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sunset
My ego rises When conflict comes Whether true or not It stands to defend who I think I am Self compassion says: “Watch the ego rise, See the light it shines And recognize what it illuminates” “See the spotlight And move out of its effect To see your true self Recognize your reaction and watch” I move and remove Myself from the battle To see the truth And become aware of my angst I am not the problem It exists outside of me The calm enters in As the ego dips beyond the horizon
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copper dog
We released you Copper Dog To join with the interbeings Giving your one-eyed wisdom Like a salty-dog pirate To your crew of raccoons and opossums And the rag tag kittens of pets past You released us Copper Dog And embraced the great unknown To clear it for us of anything That would run at the Great Bark Sounded across the vastness Echoing forever in our hearts You were loved Copper Dog With the fluffy hair and floppy ears Always generous with a welcome home Always stingy with a meaty bone Never quiet with a stranger Never shy with a friend We were loved by Copper Dog And changed by knowing him Learning to smell the breeze For what is coming next And to search for the smallest opening To chase after joy
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