Throughout the long nights.
There is darkness
and more darkness.
Nothing can be seen.
But I have no intention
of passing into extinction.
So, I contemplate the way.
Searching for what I know.
Lotus blossom here and there.
Soaring birds crossing the sky.
A poet going through the
world, one step at a time.
And the sound of the bell,
floating in light.
As if by magic the darkness ends.
All the flowers mount the heights.
And emptiness becomes form.

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