to always
reconcile the myriad
sounds
within
a rock cracking in extreme
heat
a chirping bird calling
for help
a rushing water on the
river
looking for home
to always reconcile and not
to leave any
sound unattended
when the mundane sounds of the
dusts
finally reconcile itself with the
heavenly songs of
clouds and fog and
dew
to always be the self
amidst these
cacophonies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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