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Nov 2019
I am waiting for my heart to be quiet
I am thinking about perturbation is Zen, Zen is perturbation
I heard the rain
I heard the wind
This morning the sun stays on the hill to the west
I found the linden tree
I found the dust
And I can't find Zen
And the shadow of Zen
Written by
Lisia C Walsh
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