no thoughts no dreams
now!
no
why?
wrong
i can still see it
the quiet bower deep in the forest
Is there light? Is there? Folded into sheets of darkness, Trapped in the shadow
open
close
rub eyes
The muses, teachings, Once stirring, heart, body, mind, Now celestial.
The rain falls in beatsA music, sound, all its own,The tune, fresh, alive
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