
A Shooting Star
Sometimes he
felt like
a meteor
blazing into
earth’s atmosphere,
scorched &
out of
his element
but a
beautiful sight
to behold
for those
standing on
the ground
below.

Sometimes he
felt like
a meteor
blazing into
earth’s atmosphere,
scorched &
out of
his element
but a
beautiful sight
to behold
for those
standing on
the ground
below.
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I was
in my
40s before
God put
a squeegee
in my
hand.
It took
Him that
long to
figure out
what to
do
with me.
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One day
he realized
that even
the autistic
& the
deaf dumb
& blind
were more
connected to
society than
he was
& perhaps
only
suicides were
less connected.
Then he
opened the
refrigerator
& stared
in at
the brand
name products.
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What does
it mean
that the
Buddha
died from
overeating?
It means he
ate too much.
See how
simple
Buddhism is?
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A Zen monk
cannot be
an artist
but an
artist
can be
a Zen monk.
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Judas’ Kiss | Painting by Robert Schoeller
When you
are
without sin,
everyone
is a
Judas.
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