Aug 272011
 

I desire to cast desire away,
Having all that blamed respect
Due my old age, hurled burning away
Until I into the naked grass have crept.

I recall how some sage hermit spoke,
Under his mountain drift lodged alone,
Of how all changing waters must
Whirl up to the stone.

But I am wrecked by discourse
Of the sacred and profane;
All love draws back to its source,
Dry enmities remain.

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