The Lighthouse and the Heart

The man’s lighthouse has gone out. Or maybe it appeared.
The Buddha shines flawlessly with an ever-new sun.
The lighthouse is always on the ground
And the sky is my orient.

Always, the lighthouse on the Earth’s crust
And it is in the heart that I live.

©FJ August 2022 —
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