Would you kiss my eyesso I can see. But you go blind?

You asked me
what do I earnestly seek?
No more than inner peace,
was my reply.

For I am now too lazy
to be ambitious.
And too tired to talk about
delusion and enlightenment.

But, I can write poems.
And sit comfortably on my own.
Enough wisdom to end the
cycle of life and death?

Perhaps, perhaps not.


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