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Nov 2013
“Please try these yellow glasses, sage.”
“Yes, things are now yellow,” says he.
“Now try these blue ones, you patriarch.”
“Oh, things are blue now,” cries the Pater.

“Then what color is the blue sky, you sages?”
“We don’t know, they say it’s not blue.”
“And then, the blue ocean? Really blue?
“Respect our wisdom, you idiot!” they yelled.

If color is no color, then Black is no black;
Then crow is no crow, and death is no birth.
‘Beauty is not truth, and truth no beauty’
Bodhi, mirror and void—all are just illusions!
Written by
John Kuriakose  Saudi Arabia
(Saudi Arabia)   
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