in you
everything is well
ironed out
there is no place
for doubt
skepticism is a
taboo
well, there is
also fear which is
accordingly the
beginning of wisdom
the doubt, the doubter
which leads us
to conclude about our
being thinkers and
existent, plainly,
the valley comes to
the mountainous mind
a river flows, music
comes in the strings of
leaves and reeds
white birds in the sky
clouds and cottons and
a child's head coming
out the car seeing a
kite, another child running
on the grass
for its kite to fly
and perhaps touch its sky.
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