Like a rare plant
blooms where there are mountains all around,
smile and enlightenment
bloom in your suffering.
In suffering, at the edge
horror and eternal ice.
And we wander, not knowing
where is joy and where is trouble,
and you've probably already lost your way
where is one, where is the other; TAKE A LOOK:
inevitably immeasurably
both of them have arrived;
and, like a super big one,
both from nothing
erupt over the darkness
your womb.
Like a rare plant
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