Sunday, 28 March 2010


Lying on the floor
The clouds are spinning drunken --
My mind is sunken.

I see Buddha trees
Buddha cats and Buddha bees --
Quiet, let them leave

Let the breeze go past,
Let the sun rays fill your trance --
Just a game of chance

In the summertime of consciousness
A pretty girl in a summer dress --
She is nothingness, pure emptiness

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