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Poems by Inchiki
Dharma Wheel
at first inkling
of 'something else'
i pull a zen
pome off the shelf
to cut apart
the normal dry
with esoteric
wizardry
then to the
Dhamapad i go
and turn the leaves
as knowledge grows
but strangest of
all - Advaita -
appeals to all my
senses later
ancient truths appear
in a kiss
of searing light
dissolved in bliss
and so reveal
the world is bent
upon the course
that present sent
a dharma wheel
to me today
or you tommorrow
such is the way
