Though frosts come down
night after night,
what does it matter?
they melt in the morning sun.
Though the snow falls
each passing year,
what does it matter?
with spring days it thaws.
Yet once let them settle
on a man's head,
fall and pile up,
go on piling up—
then the new year
may come and go,
but never you'll see them fade away
Something seemed familiar when
looking at the fire being reborn yesterday
it was not quite as only observing
earth water smoke & ashes... vanished
no, this rare luminosity did not fade away,
ah......
the wood burns...
inside a golden compass
who cares if it rains outside....!!!
a rest immense
an unexpected homecoming
how wonderful,
truth is i love mysteries...
forgotten Lemuria Queen
welcome back, time has come
we missed you, sky is not blue
rather bloody and cloudy
cries the heart
i'm sitting at the pagoda
powerless
observing this thunder presence
in your eyes, no more aeons
left... praise the lord
you are here
shine your light upon us
11 Days without grace
where art thee
Sunday is not sunny
rather rainy but not stormy
like it used to
i've heard of courageous monks in Burma
dyin...
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