Oh there’ll be no forty maidens,/Cloud-clad angels, sainted bliss...
truth
Gravedigger
Digging holes to put people/in is a hard line of business...
The Heavenly Body
Little wonder my words fail...
meditation on peace
it is not my past lives,/where ignorances bond;/it is not my present life,/where other concepts breed;/it is not a future life,/where truth is born;/no –/it is beyond all that...
