When I see the pale moon/
Above the sprawling sky/
My pursed lips sing - a wild cry/
I the wolf, and I the alpha/
...
Still, allayed from all my doing
Except in the acting of sitting
Resting in the lotus position.
Letting mind follow breath.
...
I walk around
My old town
With my feet moving
And my head held down.
...
I am peering
Into the clearing
And hearing
My thoughts disappearing
...
A blue tiny church rests on a small hill
Over looking Bosnia, as if it always will.
Vacant now, but people live around.
Azure mountains, and building's roofs all orange.
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Put not on the raiment of religious tradition
Walk naked in your identity as only human.
All other identities are constructs,
Devised by primitive men, for primitive men.
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What's worse, as worse as this?
Check the marks upon thy list.
To hunger, but no food?
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She wears a sacred veil/
With a charm upon her chest.
She speaks of archaic tales.
In a dark robe she's dressed.
...
Moon, white moon
I see you above the whirling sky
You set a glow within my eye
Bouncing off nearby river
...
The sun that sets over hill
Has sent sleep to the daffodil.
The moon which wakes over vale
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