poems

from the hills.

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there are
many
wise women
pouring truth
into
the heart
of man

like rain,
we follow
Life,
sprinkling rose petals
in Her path

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the best way
to reach the buddha,
i told my daughter,
is through
the water

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a cup
of goat milk
and a peach,

waves
in the sea
of nourishment

we receive
from the land

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i become
ocean
and then,

stardust.

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pulling in
a nū - weh
from there
to here.

at the base of this mountain,
a circle

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poems speak
the same language
as snow,

they melt 
and crystalize
and still,
the heart
goes on

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