Tuesday, May 25, 2010


The tyranny of a day lived
In samsara's wheel
The world beyond sight
Becoming a vague heaven
Where your body is a flame
Full of abstract angels
A purified corruption
Flowing deeper than love
Past the five gates
And all our words
The wheel renders mute
Until silent remains
Trace the edges of your smile
Like snowflakes gently falling
Into my evening tea

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