River or Sand Bank
empty-handed on a lotus leaf i vanish leave it my coming, my going too simple i entered the world barefoot i now leave, once bent this way and that bitter happenings that got entangled like dew drops later, river willow, open up your buds all? pampas grass, aimless flight thus i return—to the source into the future, present, winds of winter—but clear—no doubt about it going all is clear—without a doubt what then, flowing—each to each meeting midway—and slicing the void—inwardly meeting midway—and slicing the void—inwardly past coming all is Interruptions inhale—exhale forward—backwards living—dying breaths—letting go no more flowing—each to each is what then, is all? pampas grass, aimless flight thus i return—to the source into the future, present, past coming all is Interruptions inhale—exhale forward—backwards living—dying breaths—letting go no more empty-handed i entered the world barefoot i now leave, once bent this way and that bitter winds of winter—but clear—no doubt about it going all is clear—without a doubt on a lotus leaf i vanish leave it my coming, my going two simple happenings that got entangled like dew drops later, river willow, open up your buds on a lotus leaf i vanish leave it my coming, my going two simple happenings that got entangled like dew drops later, river willow, open up your buds empty-handed i entered the world barefoot i now leave, once bent this way and that bitter winds of winter—but clear—no doubt about it going all is clear—without a doubt what then, is all? pampas grass, aimless flight thus i return—to the source into the future, present, past coming all is Interruptions inhale—exhale forward—backwards living—dying breaths—letting go no more flowing—each to each meeting midway—and slicing the void—inwardly meeting midway—and slicing the void—inwardly past coming all is Interruptions inhale—exhale forward—backwards living—dying breaths—letting go no more flowing—each to each is all? pampas grass, aimless flight thus i return—to the source into the future, present, winds of winter—but clear—no doubt about it going all is clear—without a doubt what then, i entered the world barefoot i now leave, once bent this way and that bitter happenings that got entangled like dew drops later, river willow, open up your buds empty-handed on a lotus leaf i vanish leave it my coming, my going two simple
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