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sometimes with this moon, and this air and this melancholy
I think of you without meaning to.
i wish i could abandon the million other things that call for my presence and attention
so i could entertain for a while more this stinging in my heart
and let flow the well of tears that my heart drowns in
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"The thief left it behind, the moon at my window."
(a haiku written by the great Zen Buddhist monk Ryokan, 18thy century)
How did you find me???
The master never reveals all his secrets to the pupil.
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