Thoughts Pass...
Thoughts pass...
Thought less give I...
To things in mind's absence that pass...
Flee over a fleeting thought...
Impulse restless, reckless, unrest...
My belonging I lost...
To an hour of muse...
Deserved which much contemplate,
Assistance of sensibilities well measured.
poem by Lama Abbas
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