Who has seen the light of the words
like the moaning of a Chanting Bowl
A bright white emptiness
A zero just the moment of a jump of a deer
a glimpse of a framed picture
Because there is nothing I have much Dhamma wisdom
the moist light of a lamp
just the refuge of a sweating hand
which can give love for a few moments
As we did not have dollars
we remained just snake charmers
Miracle-man is actually not a human being
not true just a hangover of a dream
that hangs tilted from a rope
How long the dickory dock will tick
Pubic hairs greying one by one
You said don’t look down
Still true I also know I am ageing baby
Now keep your dick in the closet
and live like a rhino alone
with a faltering sight
As in the indistinct darkness only the memories are born
The shadow saplings draw close together
in the forest to cloud
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