Not mine for sure. (Han Shan 700 ad)A Poem by Ben
NOT MY POEM
Man living in the dust Is like a bug trapped in a bowl All day he scrabbles round and round But he never escapes from the bowl that holds him The immortals are beyond his reach His cravings have no end, While months and years flow by like a river Until, in an instant, he has grown old Han Shan © 2014 Ben |
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BenPortland, COAboutLike to learn and know And be my potential of aware I love the quote, "look in, let not either the true nature of things or their proper worth escape you" I also love the quote "In the mornin.. more..Writing
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