Zen Life Poem #18

​The sounds of the streets
​talking, are your
long ​broad tongue.
​A smile seen,
​your pure soul.

It is like this:
You are happy,
then you are sad.
And again, and then not.

Thoughts and duality, are life.
They are present everywhere.
Winds settle, blossoms fall.
But the dawn colours,
are still visible.

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