three questions
a cloudy sky,
the sun still hiding
can you trust yourself?
can you trust me?
can you believe?
the third not me asking,
do you love me,
but you:
not is love an illusion
but
can i let it happen
to love
another stage of bardo
a time to look at flowers
and not to turn in the past
but to walk out
my hand is here.
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