Corpulent Buddha
lips twisted in secret smile
pure jade is still stone
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Under Hunter's moon
blood spilled in winterswept snow
eyes blind as lost stars
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Silky spring water
slipping over winter stones
whispers of sunlight
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Honored ancestors
spirits rising like incense
sandalwood ghosts
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Tears on my window
raindrops from a silent night
the moon is crying
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Misty morning rain
tasting faintly of woodsmoke
melts soft on the tongue
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Deer on the hillside
timid ghosts in shades of gray
fading into mist
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Soft Gaelic voices
candlelight on aging faces
weaving reveries
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Quan Yin, gracious fate
jade lady of compassion
intercede for me
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