How many legs,
How many heads,
How many eyes,
How many hands,
How many ears,
Have you, poets?
Tell me, but I
Wonder you are
Here with drought
And with famine.
But you are not
Unfortunate, I know.
You are struggling
With your own
Existence to bring
The light that is
Within you for
All good.
You are in truth,
I know poet, and
I know You are not
In relation with
Anyone besides the truth.
And you are trying
To show the truth
To all creatures
That surrounds you
With the help of
Your body mind and hearts.
Show your own earth,
My dear poets
In your own sky
And fly and fly
Till the sky is
Fill up with love,
And love, love.
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