my Buddha don't pray
He just sits and smiles all day
crumbling away
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The muse has been muted while we are both listening for some reason- we have both observed; Profound is not discovery, Epiphany is no certa...
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Natures touch is both gentle and fierce. Homo sapiens trample on her back. The thick skin impossible to pierce. So... -
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A year ago this May, in fact, upon this same very grey day- something came over me I found could say, in no other way but to portray, ... -
Sun lifting the veil of purple sky- might bronze forge strength pungent as the turned dirt? Thirsting through exposition, hi...
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