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smaller than
an orange

I lifted her
and saw her

bruises and scars

she was not
perfect

but I took her
home anyway

she was
so sweet
I tried to
catch a leaf

as it fell
floating

in the coolness
I always

wanted to be
changing

directions
adapting

to the push
and the pull

always in
the perfect

position to
land so easily
Nothing to vie, defy or deny
  I've abandoned the troublesome 'I'
The mind that's over-active
           ceases to be creative
Even the best scholar does not score
    the enlightened person understands more
Beware of logic
its role is to trick
The most profound lessons
      are found in solitude
      beyond thought and reason
      what's there to dispute?
Disease is wanting
     such knows no ending
Why love and gratitude are not constant or consistent?
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