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Monasterys are many, yet still
I find -
Hidden truths are revealed,
Within this sacred sanctuary of
Antiquated time -
From the painful labor of a simple life,
Monastics grace
Carve the sacred blood
Into each bead as if to say -
Love your brother
Is the only way;
Within these cloistered walls of stone -
The mystical and spiritual verse
Soon ripens upon the vine -
Becomes for me a privileged walk,
Still and Holy, and
Mystic Mother's elated time.
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here where the poet wrote
how sweet it is
to touch a hundred flowers.
Green grass, old trees
bend
So beautiful so touched
Millions of flowers blossoming on its vivid colors
Welcoming along the way
The cold wind touched my
Monasterys are many, yet still
I find -
Hidden truths are revealed,
Within this sacred sanctuary of
Antiquated time -
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