Temple doors on the crossroad
Be a carpenter and create an easy chair
with colourful structures of experience
and start your meditation,
it’s a divine craft to be free and human
to understand the mysterious seasons again.
Wide open universe construction
But the gluttonous monsters
are still masters with a disputable degree
from the universities of corruption,
still directing the boardroom of the corporation,
managing our marvellous consumption
in our plastic dreams of broken desire.
The pale earth is moaning softly in a sweet silence.
New season in pink frustration
Plant a tree! Let it grow!
And bloom, spread your holy scent of love, be open again
you’re a universe of euphoria,
the deepest source of the infinite Garden
is I.
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