Mysterious is the gardenWhere plants seem to growUnderneath the surfaceThere’s a fire burning low
The greens tell my taleOf blues and yellowsNow I bury the saplingsLeft uncared
Having seen everything about reality the monk drowned himself in it. Many find it overwhelming. But he was strong. Stronger than strength. He…
Switching between regret and hopeI search for a similar wordThat describes the present
Flipping between memory and anxietyI wonder if there's a wordFor now
Now we're hereFrom where we wereGoing somewhere Just like the fresh morning air
It's no time for despairIs it a glare That I see amidst the flare?