Zen In Hangzhou

Today, I pass by
the fly-overs and noisy traffic.
Moving beyond the drama of history
and dramatic depressions.
I just walk.
Allowing myself to sink
deep into an ocean of oblivion.
Listening beyond the nights of youth
and nights of old age.
And everything is abandoned.
Except you.


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