Is not Worried
He knows his Karma
Is not buried
But his Karma,
Unknown to him,
May end –
Which is Nirvana
Wild Men
Who Kill
Have Karmas
Of ill
Good Men
Who Love
Have Karmas
Of dove
Snakes are Poor Denizens of Hell
Have come surreptitioning
Through the tall grass
To face the pool of clear frogs
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