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366. With the sun in his heart

Still bent
But starting to straighten out

Still struggling
But Starting to radiate

Walking on the earth
With the sun in his heart.

365. Look through

When the storm
Is passing
When the thunder
Is still heard
And the horseback riders
Of distraction
Are still
Chasing them
Look through.

See the trees and meadows
See how much
The sky is deep
And laugh.

You are deeper than them.
Think of
Other things
You want
To make
Out of yourself
And play.

364. Alive

363. The light of which

No.
He grew up differently
From how it was expected.
The entanglements of his mind
Kept scaffoldings going
All around him,
While within,
And it was not caught
By outside eyes,
a plant emerged
In his inside world,
The light of which
Is felt
Far, far away.

362. Ripples

The big wind came
And swept away
The little house,
The trees
And the ripples in the water

And so it worked
Till there was nothing left, but
The little house,
The trees
And the ripples in the water.

360. To feel good together

She talked harshly to the children
There was only love among them
They were too nervous to learn
She was too nervous to teach

It stayed like this for many years
In the end of which it was
The habitual way to feel good
Togeher.

358.The backyards of the universe

Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?

Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?

And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?

What does he think about?

Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?

And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?

Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?

Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?

And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?





353. Can joy live in darkness?

Can joy live in darkness
Where it is dense
With blinding light,
Where clumps of small explosions
Turn around
With menace?

Can I find my true life in chaos?

No
My life is independent
And pain is happening in it.

352. What will be?

Innocently
And with children’s joy
They slowly move
With their belongings
In the air.

It is the end of the line,
They think.
What will be the taste
Of empty space
When we are gone?

“I”

So, instead of fixing the un-fixable
I go deeper
and find that there is nothing to fix.
This is what I do
when the pain attacks.


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