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Buddhist Love
alana

my bells are left in the void of summer;
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you know. history?
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i've my own to wonder at. spring?
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yes, that's what i want;
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i am glad to see you.
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like winterlights,
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pillowfights,
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sleepless nights:
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it matters.
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the sun & you have become my muse
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sitting on a wall as you play the blues;
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poet love. "warm" is relative,
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sun eternal, and i'm lonely.
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today
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is half the same.
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the trees and you have become my mind
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the same way spider webs are pretty
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and not safe.
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tell me:
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when i burned blue rose incense for mount olympus,
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did you stop chasing rabbits and look up?
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is the fluff off the dandelions yet?
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i'm hungry.
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don't pay
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too much for fame.
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the dark & you have become my muse
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unfounded in a temple blanket of dust and blues;
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watching the stars not change;
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do you think,
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if i sat in the lotus for long enough
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that i would learn to misunderstand
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the knowledge of time?
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"what are those lights?"
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my foot is asleep
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and there is russian music playing.
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you really weren't lying:
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there is god in fields of grass
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in old carpets
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and in my enemies' eyes.
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blue,
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like time.
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21 Jan 07

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beautiful
 — sadie

hmm yes i like this too - need to read through it a few more times
 — Mongrol

beautiful poem.

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 — unknown

my God, the end is unbelievably righteous. sweet.
 — SenorSin

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