Never mind the never-ending diaspora of thoughts that flash in the mind
Never mind the cravings that wrench your free will apart from your hands
Never mind the cawing of crows that despise you for being who you are. .
Never mind the whistling & speak of the breeze stringing through the coconut leaves
Forget the 'I' that breaks your heart every time you give it some wind. . . . give it up
they can never forget themselves who are bound to their unruly natures. . . . how the role reversal can occur. . . . is a grace of the teacher. . .
How only he knows. . .
Never mind the cravings that wrench your free will apart from your hands
Never mind the cawing of crows that despise you for being who you are. .
Never mind the whistling & speak of the breeze stringing through the coconut leaves
Forget the 'I' that breaks your heart every time you give it some wind. . . . give it up
they can never forget themselves who are bound to their unruly natures. . . . how the role reversal can occur. . . . is a grace of the teacher. . .
How only he knows. . .
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