tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264705732098443672024-03-05T14:38:01.654+01:00Hyakujo's FoxAndreashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129547380377962436noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226470573209844367.post-44156148794864265822015-08-15T14:09:00.000+02:002015-08-15T14:09:28.927+02:00Not a word was spoken, but he understood there to be, deep within the untold, a great secret hidden.without stones no grasses or trees.<br />
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no blood coarsing through. </div>
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no wind. </div>
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no <i>heart </i>without heart. </div>
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no water or spirit or wound, open or closed. </div>
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no animals. </div>
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no scars. </div>
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no words without stones. </div>
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it all goes on. </div>
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you can start from any point, and lay a path to your door with stones. </div>
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you can cut flesh.</div>
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there is a buddha cut from stone in hunan, and another in lahore, but they have nothing to do with anything that goes on.</div>
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Andreashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129547380377962436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-226470573209844367.post-75503769027931010192015-06-14T14:26:00.000+02:002015-06-14T14:26:12.824+02:00To live your life a question without an answer.<br />
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To be unanswered.Andreashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05129547380377962436noreply@blogger.com0