The Fallen Petals
In a quiet Zen garden
the wind sweeps away
the fallen petals from the cherry blossom
In the mountain's shadow
covered with snow
white mountain peaks touch the sky
under the morning sun
Intertwining and resonating with each other
the essence of beauty
a beaten path of truth
This life was not traditional
though my mind longed
to view such strange dreams
I looked from the outside
through a window painted by time
I am a stranger in my being
I am fickle and insane
my soul has no fixed pattern
I have no conformity
I acquire my own
Written: January 24, 2023
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