Ceaseless Days and Nights
Beyond two eyes penetrating visions
are deep recesses of psychic composition
Mind engulfed by emotions on the threshold
of negative space
A child reaching for chaos
bound by the hearts ceaseless day’s and nights
A man awakened in prostration
by death’s free clear embrace
Mother’s watchful sword is never perceived
outside the Ocean’s womb
Where is the Buddha when you see the flower?
Is the scent of her embrace
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