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| Poetry III zen boxing one gud day mates i am not hours into minutes run the days lost shadows pretzels for breakfast |
| zen boxing a man and another man, upon passing each other asked one question "If a man comes from nowhere and is going nowhere, where is he?" the other replied, "What is a man?" the former replied, "Who's asking?" one In what is heard There is wisdom In what is seen There is beauty In what is touched There is grace One word, one picture One touch. gud day mates this is the jungle of tigers the bane of man the unknown we are but children at this gate sly sniveling we fly by grace and circumstance the hour is getting late chopping mushrooms in the garden the spring speaks out of turn is it I or those who came before that have nothing left to burn I yearn for lust and love the bittersweet taste of death we gather at sunset to mourn the coming of the morn lest we forget there is the karmic debt that must be paid gold no blood I dont think so eyes with words worlds with eyes peace is a noisy business touch the hem of it go ahead touch it you are the whatever dont foget it i am not tonight the winter rain melts the snow into the grey sky the tree barks dark and wet the wind blends into the bending pines it is here, now, it fills one. the song of a million yesterdays fills this empty afternoon the touch, so firmly gentle on the rough edge of man, forever without time It is, and I am not. hours into minutes run the sun sets slowly in the west you frown at sundowns sunsets are your best red roses grow where you seem to flow along this path of time the meaning of life, you say IS the meaning of life we live we grow we die, and time just ticks on, unconcerned. freshly shaved with occums razor you face the day unafraid tucked into your brow the will of wonder a faint hint of now can anyone ever know the name given to you in the beginning before time, before everything the secret one that humming birds hum as they carry the nectar of a new day, into a forgotten world. the days lost shadows mysterious winds down empty streets may blow the news gone by, in unused insight i silent traveler will spy the groaning growth of decay. [a lack of roundness thwarts the day, sounds all filter into grey.] trees rooted in blissful harmony, quiet, needless to say, yet the sun bakes brilliant, the numb slip away, some shape tomorrow, some stay wrapped in the wool of yesterday. [time is creeping closer, death but a door] dangers of long ago have evolved along with man, apathetic trappings slowly stilt the way so few who know, so many go as though the world will carry on, but no. [those who would save mankind, have all gone on before.] pretzels for breakfast I lay me down upside of out confused you touch another answer doubt is your cup of tea thirsting I am not knotted the sky rains perfect harmony sunbeam-moonbeam an ocean between us is not enough I touch your smile nickles dance, I hum the tune. |
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