Clouds Unpierced, Unlifted
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From my "Old Meditator" series.
Reflecting from the Now on the Then...
A Taoist possibly lamenting Buddhism.
From my pillow,
Illusions are unfriended.
Each and every.
But this moon,
with clouds between
she and eye...
I love illusion,
once more.
Copyright © Stephe Watson | Year Posted 2018
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