The Four Noble Truths (苦·集·灭·道)

Sadness is the Echo of love.
A quiet string, perturbed by
a young clumsy finger

The inquisitive mind hops into the Future
The timid one drowns in their own tears, (O’ how delicious!)
The eloquent demands SILENCE!
All this to entertain a crowd that’s minding no one’s business

Voices leaving space, leaving shores behind
Ripples ripple, and dusts settle
Leaving darkness to sweeping all:
chatters, screeches, and sighs

And a moon, stationery, up in the high sky,
gushes about how all this time: sadness is just Love

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