On these trails
blanketed by leaves
and pine needles
that lay like soft memories
I hike the valleys
of my soul
shadows drift down
upon me
with the gentleness
of your lips
I stand on the shores
of the river
as it gurgles
empty thoughts to me
sunlight broken up
and mirrored
on its back
and finally
I say out loud
"Oh Bodhisattva!
You have taught me again!"
but it doesn't stop
and smile at me
it just continues on
uninterrupted over
and around stones
molded by persistence
and years
disappearing
in fog.
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