bending to sit
on the path..
looking up..
i hear
voice ask…
what principle
are you
master
..?
the figure
stands
unmoving
i..
it says..
the principle..
of..
Silence
now form
is on
its feet..
heading toward
the figure
in white..
muddy arms
gently go around
the spotless one
in one
long embrace
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