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Two Poems
Thao
Veteran
QUIET MEDITATION
Fog is breath made visible
flowing through the valleys
beneath the mountaintops.
A lone pagoda
rests of a cliff
in quiet meditation.
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WISDOM
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Streams of thoughts
fade into a whisper,
then only a
word,
and it is
pushed
aside.
what knows
to brush it away?
Wisdom.
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A dream begins
And ends
in a moment;
A stream of thoughts
fly through the mind
like birds racing in the sky--
Not one word takes root.
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August 15, 2005
Fog is breath made visible
flowing through the valleys
beneath the mountaintops.
A lone pagoda
rests of a cliff
in quiet meditation.
</O:p
WISDOM
<O:p</O:p
Streams of thoughts
fade into a whisper,
then only a
word,
and it is
pushed
aside.
what knows
to brush it away?
Wisdom.
<O:p</O:p
A dream begins
And ends
in a moment;
A stream of thoughts
fly through the mind
like birds racing in the sky--
Not one word takes root.
<O:p</O:p
<O:p</O:p
August 15, 2005
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