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blue blue is the color of the sea. watch the fish swimming free. the monk wanders the windy road, never to carry a heavy load. looking into the future blind, never thinking with the mind, he waits to learn from his soul worn under his feet. rain cleans his body, the sun dries his skin, the wind directs his passage, around the planet’s spin. between night and day is his only way. white and black make gray. listen to the birds. never speak with words. follow the river through the trees to the place where daylight flees. the sun meets the sea. |
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