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Apr 05, 2008
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There Is A Red Book
There is a red book lying on my floor
rows of crimson-robed monks
sitting in meditation
on its cover...
there are rows of soldiers
marching to a different drum;
the monks are falling in Tibet and Myanmar,
the soldiers in Israel and Iraq,
there are voices of despair,
hope and innocence in rows of graves
where all colours
fade into bones
yellowing with age
…burning ash fills the night sky,
and time keeps marching
in the lament
of my begging bowl,
I am shrouded in white
along the mountain path
of peace and reconciliation.
— Kailashana, Apr 05, 2008
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IKnowNoBox
18 years 2 months ago
I have a fresh breeze upon me after reading this...
rider68
18 years 2 months ago
A Sad Subject
Grannyjill
18 years 2 months ago
There is a Red Book
Nordic cloud
17 years 2 months ago
Rows upon rows
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