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Kenshō Aug 2014
Sun rising.
Burnt orange skies-
Alone, over the Southern Lord's Land.
This moment could
stand still
forever.
I love the land.
Kenshō Aug 2014
What is the word out of context?
What is the mind beyond concepts?
Where are you outside of this complex?

It's nothing; you could recall.
What is behind the chalk board?
What was left under the rug?
What does the emptiness read?
Where did the wind hide?

Neither silence nor speech could satisfy a spec.
What lies within you is .. Under control like the God's over Heaven.
Who does the King of Kings bow to?
What do the fish think of it?
What did the in between hold?

Nowhere can you hide from yourself.
Where does the fluid stream head?
Why do the turtles live so long?
Can the wind hold my mind's weight?
Here we are to see-


Don't
      Forget
                Love
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Kenshō Aug 2014
Man's profit: Gold.
God's profit: The world.
Man's Prophet: Sage.
God's Prophet: Man.

In which world do you stand?

-Stand grounded like the mountains-
-Stretch in the morning like trees-
-Hold the sky with your eternal head-

If the sky were to rain gold, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy even one man~

~The Gods cry diamond rain.
Hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
The world as a masterpiece:

   Some say," I am only a piece, How could I
  know the master?" The world replied "within
   every piece is the reflection of another."
     In every crystal and every snowflake,
          ~In every lake, in every~
             cracked mirror the
              beautiful geometry

                is reflected.
               ~ The beauty ~
              shatters us and..
             creates the puzzle
            of life. So some say,
           it's about the Journey.
         So the world said out loud
      "if you want to find the master,
   set out on a journey to find yourself."
Hi!
Kenshō Aug 2014
A single moment,
Floating in eternity.
Boiling waters of mind
and it's burning me.

How could I retreat
To that sacred shore?
When my tears fill the ocean,
A storm felt pour.

Long ago and ever before,
Stuck for now;
But released, I leapt.
Safe in the buoy,
I've always kept.
Safe
Kenshō Aug 2014
I want to color this page grey.
Mix the white of the in between
With the meaninglessness here.
Could I ever amount?

Today I created a new curse word,

It means nothing.
.
Kenshō Aug 2014
Deep between the veins of a crying leaf

Lives a sneaky green thief.

Hidden deep within is an infinite release.

Under his cracked wooden dome, found belief.

Creating magnificent worlds abound!

Fascinated with the life that sprang from ground.

Humming, he meanders from each sparkling leaf.

Catching a wind breeze drifted by belief.
alone in the forest
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