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Late into the night
I sit on our south veranda
moonlight spreads itself
across my knees
a gust of wind has flipped
the Milky Way
sun begins to streak
a nearby housetop
creatures start to wake up
now they've had a rest
they'll set out to forage
along with their own kind
same way I'll wake my sons
and send them out to work
we're selfish, after all,
and need to hoard our food
Very few travelers pass this way
in this cold weather
the year winds down
and time speeds up
the world is mostly
swarms of hungry insects
because we humans have
this passion to succeed
before we had a history
and grew into an empire
humans were quite content
when they had filled their bellies
but they started keeping records
invented government and education
now we're all snared
in that huge net
The man who discovered fire, Sui,
criminal or mastermind?
then the historians came, like Tung,
judging good and bad
anyone ought to know
when you light lamps and candles
moths are going to come
in swarms
but if your spirit can soar
beyond the far horizons
it will find stillness, emptiness
in all directions
and to understand that it's all one－
life and death, going and coming
that is the secret
of immortality
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