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Moon's Rise, Man's Fall

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From my "Old Meditator" series.
Reflecting from the Now on the Then...
A Taoist possibly lamenting Buddhism.
A colorless sunrise, this moon...tonight. Nothing she has to forget. Nothing to ready for. There behind the swamp's trees. Soon to fall - from rot from age from beetle from beaver from wind. Still, though she rises where all will fall. Her borrowed light brightening my darker, later days.

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Date: 8/3/2018 5:00:00 PM
speechless...(for now)
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Date: 8/3/2018 5:02:00 PM
I see whatcha did there! :). Nice.