Of your mother and father
all that remains
all that remains
is you.
Of the bee and flower
just honey.
just honey.
Of the master and disciple only
a quivering white stream
pouring from bowl to cup.
Why ask if there are
one or two?
one or two?
Compare us, my beauty,
to melting snow.
to melting snow.
Give up perfection.
Take up laughter and tears.
Take up laughter and tears.
Drown in what you are.
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