Probability(Poem)

May be—
there’s a beatific life behind death
a lotus that’s dirty and sinking
U-force that pulls up
a stoic teenager
sunny moonlight
a clock that doesn’t count
river running back to the source
a camel preying on a lion
a wise man who listens
father earth
finished poem or a painting
a mortal who comforted the gods
a dutiful cat
a meditator with skin in the game
an idiot with a question mark
a heart that listens to the head
a head that talks to the heart
a hand that bonds both.

—Drunken Monk

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