Zen Life Poem #26

I stand alone
with all the common
states of mind.
And the devil that
poetry brings.
Through red sunlight
blue rain falls.
Warmer than the
winds of winter.
Towards the east
a jade hall opens.
A cool and cleansing joy.
Once again doctrines
are never sound.
And thick creepers
cover the old walls.


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