May be —
there’s a beatific life behind death
a lotus that’s dirty and sinking
U-force that pulls up
a morning that’s as wild as the night
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 understands
a finished poem or a painting
a mortal who comforted gods
a dutiful cat
instant enlightenment
an idiot who doubts
a heart that listens to the head
a head that talks to the heart
a hand that could bond both
a prayer that can break the silence of the cosmos.
— Drunken Monk
Thy Vox 
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