Poem to the Candle

Rich Fool
Rich Fool

I lit an old candle,

Couldn’t wait till tomorrow,

Made it spread it’s light today,

I still follow Zen and I obey,

I sit and meditate and let the light of the candle

Make my thoughts align like once aligned heavy stars.

 

I am of virtue seekers,

I am of the old breed of single-hearted barons,

Looking for solitude in shame and embarrassmentĀ in front of men and women,

Scolded by the children and the old,

I am an insanely sane bastard of old.

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