While I sit
and dream of you,
chasing you into the farthest corners of my heart,
drinking in your spirit,
fed by your tenderness,
the weeds have taken over my garden.
How can I balance this,
these two worlds I inhabit --
external and internal?
Perhaps,
if there were a shortcut to satori,
I wouldn't need fake flowers
to brighten up my yard...
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