Feel frown and flow my ink

now the thirsty papers drink

blood greases the nerves of tree

withering ceases and life is free

let papers dissolve in hungry water

strengthen the cement of earth’s quarter

that houses every race in its space

Planet Plural is life’s place

The water is watering the roots

deepest desires bear healthy fruits

Universal truth is the Lotus

the mystic law: my life’s focus

And if the roots get soiled in soil

I may return to the toil

until with verses I am born

to the period of my unborn


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