Forgive me,
I have taken rest in this body.
It has weakness to overcome.
To be a useful vessel.
I must sort out the truth.
it has become clouded.
If I had been a flower,
in the morning bloom.
perhaps given refuge to the sweet dew.
If I had been a bird,
in the midday sky.
perhaps given refuge to the falling rain.
If I had been a toad,
in the evening pond.
perhaps given refuge to the fountain mist.
To be human,
in the end.
Is to become a friend.
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