On Beauty and Sorrow

Soothing rains can only fill
as deep as the shovel digs.

Paradise is an island of beauty
with winds of sorrow and bliss.

Even quilts weaved
from spiders and rainbows
will rot when covering mold.

But mold unmasked
is sorrow felt deeply,
waking the heart of the soul.

About Sitaram Dass

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