The Three Remedies

First, it’s best not to see. The mind will not be captivated; Second, it’s best not to adore. The heart will not be enslaved; Third, in the last resort, It’s best not to read her poems. The blood will not wage a war in her honor. More Poems : Meet Me When.. Read Next: To…

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Meet Me When….

Meet me when you have rested; Meet me when you have watered the seed of loving-kindness in you; Meet me when you have confronted your fear, embraced your suffering; Meet you when you have cared for the wounded child in you. *** Meet me when you have let go the devil of pride; Meet me…

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To The Oak Tree

If I love you— I will never be a clinging trumpet creeper Using your heigh boughs to show off my height *** If I love you— I will never be a spoony bird Repeating the monotonous song for the green shade *** Nor the spring Bringing the cool solace all year long Nor a steep…

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