If a bright wet cloud
comes and leans on my shoulder
then you tell me whether I should live that wetness
or let my body and mind burn?
I keep hiding my thirst
from the clouds, from the river water as well
though my lips are familiar with
lightning and the lotus
If a piece of ice
becomes eager to take away my heat
then you tell me whether I should drink that coolness
or let it melt bit by bit?
These walls hear all our unspoken words
then weave a web of their own convenience
If a window opens
breaking the web of illusions
then you tell me whether I should peel off the layers of darkness
or let the illusions flourish?
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