It's all an effort to
Stop the noise
The monks can't really do it
Nor can I
Alone by the stream
You are not
There are and always will be
Two of you
Gazing back and forth
Close the door
And there are five of you with walls
And seven with ceiling and floor
Close your eyes
And
The whole world is with you
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