Summer, sitting quietly

the cup

of wisdom

drinks

from Herself.

who has not chased

the rabbit

to its hole?

finding nothing

were we not disappointed

to realize

the richness

and depth

of this being?

only the mind says

“It is not”

the wind clears away

the chaff

leaving pure wheat

in its wake

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