Thursday, December 22, 2005

Secret Garden

I've seen
gardens like this.

Dancing flowers.
Chanting wind.

Field so green.
You can lie naked
not feeling an itch.

Where is the secret
that is written on the signage?

An old man walked pass
with his feet off the ground.
And I asked,
My sir, so what is the secret?

My son, wash the dirt off your feet.
And the secret will be yours to keep.


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