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A huge frog and I,
staring at each other,
neither of us moves....
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments
wintertime has come too soon--already, it's november.picking up fallen leavesno words to express my sorrow...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments
untitled - Peter Compernolle
enlightened, i knowthe meaning of samsara.i weep for my pen...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments
you keep me dry, when outside is wet
you wick away most of my sweat
you can't tell me you love me, but that's okay
i'm sure you'll cure cancer some day!...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments
september's frozen;
yesterday's warmth, no longer.
yet i feel at peace...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments
I would like to describe the simplest emotion
joy or sadness
but not as others do
reaching for shafts of rain or sun
I would like to describe a light
which is being born in me
but I know it does not resemble
any...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 2 comments
An evening dream-- everything must have been an illusion;
I cannot explain clearly even one part of what I saw.
Yet in the dream it seemed as if the truth were in front of my eyes.
This morning, awake, is it not the s...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 1 comments
Lord she's gone done left me done packed / up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her awa...
November 20 @ 5:54pm | 0 comments
Life is a huge dream
why work so hard?
all day long I drink
lying outside the front door
awakening
looking up through the trees
in the garden
and one bird singing in the flowers
bird, what season is this?...
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This pine tree by the rock
must have its memories, too—
after a thousand years,
see how its branches
lean toward the ground....
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