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Believing is not easy unless it’s true
The trouble with most
missionaries is that they
want you to believe
the same as they themselves do.
Believe me it is quite true!
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La Vache Qui Rit
Tea with Socrates
Tearing off the page with my taoism scrawl, this was two pages further on my note-pad;
What fun it would be
if Socrates came to tea.
Questions, more and more
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Taoism
A quick note: I wake up quite often during the night; why I don’t know. But, in order to go back to sleep I count syllables (not sheep). I woke up this morning and my bedside note pad had this scrawled on it like public toilet graffiti.
Speculating on
what is or is not is a
waste of energy
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History and the fate of walls
While in east Berlin
I saw the unpainted side
of the Berlin wall
Today, it’s no longer there
Torn down by happy people
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Not so O.K. Corral
Arizona state.
Once I was in Old Tucson
Saw a great gun fight
Lot of noise but no one died
Not the same in Chicago
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Why I wear boots in the Desert
You are not alone
In the desert. Unseen eyes
stand guard, watching you.
scorpions, spiders and snakes
will strike at the unwary.
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My Imagination wanders
1:00p.m. in Sonora, Arizona
The streets are empty
No people out and about
It’s siesta time.
Las calles están vacías,
No hay gente fuera de casa.
Es hora de la siesta
Fa - the Green Dragon 
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