[a.k.a. I have begun reading a book on Chinese verse today. The following quick poems were inspired by the poems I read.]
i.
I wrap myself in slender leaves,
The winds caress my soul.
About me nightmares pace and howl
But Oh! the sky is beautiful.
ii.
I want to believe
The truth that Master’s say
But if all is illusion
is it illusion
To read the lies they wrote?
iii.
Of late I have come to conclusion
As the night birds sing the dawn
That no teacher but a Master
Ever sough a student’s surpassing them.
For only a Master has wise selfishness
And lets seekers find their glory
Like a moth, straining
To make its own fire.
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