Seeker:
Master, teach me you...
You are my kids
And I raised you...
I am glad Father
That you have us...
See through the butterfly of things—
each ending unfolds...
The sun is tick,
the moon is tack...
I am an alcoholic
And I love to drink...
I feel much better
After I had my after noon nap...
How, in jungles,
the strong separate...
How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...
Be there for me
With that beautiful warm smile...
Let silence speak
instead of your voices...
In the smoky alleyways where shadows spoke louder...
"Master," the apprentice said, fire in his voice...