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STONEHOUSE POEMS

I sit and meditate in the quiet and dark
where nothing comes to mind
I sweep in front when the west wind is done
I make a path for the moonligh

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How could someone who practices not become a buddha
if water drips long enough even rocks wear through
it’s not true a thick skull can’t be pierced
a person just needs a hard enough mind

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