What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.
It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.
I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
Amen!
you're digging the Ruins
of cloud-bricked Empire, now
the mere sands of our shoreline, afterthought's
you're searching for ideological Deity's
imbued, with Morality's wafer-thin bedrocks
now belittled, to a mere fragment
of our despairingly cyclical: dreamless reality..
'antiquities: to be, or not - to be...'
warped
in-to modernity's:
to believe, or
nihilistically: yearn-for - endlessly...!'
(profoundly insightful
as-ever: Guru
thank you)
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