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Look at the empty hand
It is not filled with truth
Burdened with falsehoods
Birth, life, death, wisdom
All that was, is,
What might be
Everything is its mistress
It grasps in desperation
Nothing is its master
Possibly
Form forces
Its ignorance
That which is named real
Is not what it touches
It is an empty hand
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
11/11/2005 |
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Though provoking write!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Ed Matlack |
11/10/2005 |
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| And if your hand is empty can it be heard to clap without the use of its opposite...? Ed |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
11/10/2005 |
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| Poets Karate.... |
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