(calligraphy and painting by Dat Phan)Sitting in your hut crossed legged and determined
To live like the old ways
What have I become? Traveling over mountains and oceans
What have I found? There are never answers -- just deep fundamental questions
To carry on and forget
To stop and remember
Hot steam boils from the kettle
The only thing you offered was a cup of tea and a smile
The years pass on
Today I watched the fire burning
Wood and smoke and ashes
Air and rain and wild grass
The pyre grew higher and higher
A cat mangled a rodent
Flesh burnt with a sting
Where is the body that fills the mind?
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