Devani: Isn't this crypto-Buddhist?
Carlos: Ya cun call it anything you like, butt ta me it's simply bad poetry.
Anya: Yeah. At times this guy is too pedantic.
Brice: Or too peddling?


Ideas are like clouds in the sky:
arising from nothingness
changing into distinct patterns
then vanishing from sight

What shape are the patterns
of your mind?

How well are your actions
and aspirations aligned?

Close your eyes
and imagine clear sky

When you wipe away all ideas
What's between
thy eyes?

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