Kawa Karpo

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I Can Play - Poem by Kawa Karpo

Dear Buddha, l can play beams of light
I can play echoing green tree, and cup
I can play my races, the golden races

I can play axe and spade, and bury down
The thinker’s formidable thought

I can play beneath night’s shade
All the merry years are winged

I can play the times of innocence
My pilgrims are coming toward me
I can play what I got in this night

I can play god’s eyes and their holy feet
I can play lantern of truth in war time


Comments about I Can Play by Kawa Karpo

  • Silver Star - 3,675 Points Dave Walker (8/22/2013 2:26:00 AM)

    A wonderful poem, like it, a great write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013


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