Every day,
ten thousand things
occupy my mind.
I try and stop.
But the streets
and the sorrow
are still there.
Fanned by the heart
alone, too many
moons have been lost.
So, my mind –
working endlessly
produces a sense of peace.
I watch myself
in the world and show
that everything has passed.
Maybe, one day – I will reach
a place where heaven
and hell cease.
Reflecting a certain end
without the clouds.
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