Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Wang Wei (699-759)

Living by the River
 
        Back again to this place of refuge.
        No more entering the city.
        Lean against a tree by the door,
        Watch the distant villages below.
        Green stems shining in the water,
        White birds flying in the hills,
        Thinking how that Man from Yüling
        Gave up the world to refresh the garden.

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