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No. 97

1.
Before me, a field is Open,
More roots than can be counted,
The songs they sing, bring life into Morning:
Essence or non-essence?
Struggle or strife?
BUT look at the field:
With grass;
It lives,
It dies,
It is Reborn Again…
 
2.
We shall perish and live,
By what we can’t understand,
Yet to grass and open fist,
The answering is dancing,
Bathed in Sapphire, lighted by,
Golden Mist,
Life is very much a coin toss,
 
3.
HA-AH, watch the coin fly!
For a moment, then silence,
I begin to laugh, cry–
At the same time,
 
The Grass of Life:
Ironic seasons,
Perhaps will give sorrow,
But go with Joy,
For what is greater than that?
Joy of life, Joy in pain,
You’ll Feel in life, as you’ll always see Rain,
It may be enough;
 
4.
They say most men squabble,
They say most can’t decide,
Reason, simple as it can be:
The coin landed on its side…
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