a monk with no god
Wearing life as a loose garment
Enmeshed but not controlled
Stoically involved in every breath
Holding life within his cupped hands
Exhaling in sonorous agreement
A vibrational itinerant
Seeking the solace of the present
In an ever changing now
An Oak tree weeps with him
Sharing the endlessness of his moment
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