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I treadthe
madnessof the
mute and blind worldstillI
perceivea lightemanatingfrom
its depth,I treadever
onwardin my
pursuit of
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In a moment of pondering and weighing timeWhen I think of the intricacies love brings,I praise the Heart and Mind of how they rhymeFor their quest to ..
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warrior returns
homeeventually,but with all the
deathlywings,thelightningthunder,earthquakein that salt-box,she hungers forthe lotus flowerthan ..
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When a vow is made, it becomes truthWhatever may happen it must be fulfilled.When she learned his affinity to blindnessShe decided that she should not..
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Open the door, Breaker of Bones!The door did not easily openI was greeted insteadBy a giant scorpion, thatI had to recite rightfully the spell for..
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It seems you practiced asceticism:stood in one toe in
the snowfor seven and ten
yearsto learn the secret of my
death.Then there, one day, you struc..
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i
am a homegrown poet who
sees self as no-body but
i can bashfully admitthat
i am some kind ofa
philosophera
dream weaverwho
mirrors life throu..
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There are times when
the sky is not a skyBut a blue hem in
between man and God,When blue turns black,
the pond is not a pondBut a glass that casts ..
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Such love as the blind-god
knowsIn your eyes you cannot
hideNever, oh, never gaze
at meTo surrender to your
eyes is not surrender
I..
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I see sun yellow, I see sky blueEverybody is smiling at the wandering cloudsI see gods watching, not sleeping in the nightI see angels flying, I see s..
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