The Taoist Non Path
Monday, September 1, 2014
Ratri
Calls to me;
to sip a tea;
smell a glee;
not be free.
Cease to be?
- silly plea?
a windy lee?
Bodhi tree?
Borders we;
away to sea;
and to flee;
loss of gree.
Where is he?
love is she?
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