Saturday, November 27, 2010

The Lotus

Nothing moves without the mind:

The gardner who uproots his plant
that flowers.

The dance on thin ice.

A sweet song.

Either in the world or when
lockep up.

With or without begging.

A stone tied in your heart and
yet it can move, if you fall,
you can still stand up and walk.

Undo everything done.

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