Koan for Poets 2

Koans are much like life itself. Mysterious. Nonsensical, at first glance. Boundless. 


Koan for Poets 2


Within marble lies truth.
To question is to journey.
To question is to find
the perfect peach.

A cool heart seeks water.
Paper wrestles the breeze.
A lone jar commands
the hands that open it.

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