January 31

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I climbed a ridge to meditate.

Oh mind, why are you troubled so far?

Over this high place lies the garden of serinity

Here I am going to open my blinded eyes and see,

Far from city, above the troubles and worry.

Here I ponder where stares are many

My feet walks to seek the path,

Up and down, where will I stop?

I walk forth, and I have found the way.

The long thought lost paths are rediscovered again

The way too deep, so old, all around are green

The way is silent, and the old memories seems to play nostalgia

How could I contemplate, who could know its past?

Ah, into that cave, below this bridge were life and death

Once soldiers kept behind stone walls it was,

Under the trees, stony walls there I sit

Reading engraved names on trees there were,

Green leaves,cold wind, and blue sky..

Two lovers came and asked me direction,

I say no trouble, just go ahead.

Why am I alone, they wonder

I showed the bird flying in the sky,

See it hunts alone.

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