Zen
If your mind was like mine
I'd be yours.
Your mind is like mine
and I'm yours.
My mind is like yours
and you're mine.
Only death can make us perfect.
There is no such thing as time.
There is no-one who's enlightened.
Thinking is a rotten tree.
Truth is thinnest of thin air.
Poetry is Look-at-me !
Asking myself
how to reach acceptance
I ruefully reply
There is no way.
http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/zen1.htm
I'd be yours.
Your mind is like mine
and I'm yours.
My mind is like yours
and you're mine.
Only death can make us perfect.
There is no such thing as time.
There is no-one who's enlightened.
Thinking is a rotten tree.
Truth is thinnest of thin air.
Poetry is Look-at-me !
Asking myself
how to reach acceptance
I ruefully reply
There is no way.
http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/zen1.htm
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