30 March 2007

from memory to purpose

words once written go
they vanish into nothing
their weight not golden

we gild the lily
still its loveliness appears
calming the loud day

what we know we know
vanishes into nothing
the world is so large

the rose of summer
casts odours to the breezes
soothing the hot soul

a moment's wisdom
it emerges from nothing
cycles of action

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