No pain is as squeezing as their sores:
That spread all over their cores.
Yet they multiply more and more,
As if their sores are free of pain and spore.
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Traveling and
Meditating as I look out of the window, and
I saw nothing but a light-ball Walking like a snail unharm
Down to its big store.
...
When I feel like respite has greeted
My soul,
Wave like a roaring lion greeted
My soul.
...
Heart becomes hot in all
When I imagined them all
My liver weep the gall
And no one
...
Give me your heart of flesh
And It shall learn discretion;
If only you can give it to me wholly,
Thou shall see how free
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If you do not love me,
I say,
If you chose to love me not,
Just dare to remain idle
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when I was lost in the sea of thoughts
I was only chewing the cuds of Aremu‘s words
which kept on ringing in my hollows
like the tingling of a cymbal in deep-night
...
never was he a wrestler
but he fought well with his heart
until he yelled his pain:
yea! my hip's been pulled out apart
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What did you see:
A grey-haired seer?
A time-worn looking grandpa?
A founder of what all 'raws' called cultism?
...
while thinking loud on a metaphor
that best fits the word -selfishness -
cancer fits.
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