Sunday, December 29, 2019


I know of a place not ruled by flatness 
Or constant risings and depressions, 
and those alive are not afraid to die. 

There wild flowers come up through the leafy floor, 
and the fragrance of "I am he" floats on the wind.

...There the love bee stays deep inside the flower 

and cares for no other thing.


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