Sensei

Dave BontaContemplative

My teacher resembles a flightless bird: the sky, to him, is an open book written in a foreign tongue, his enormous eyes are no bigger than his three stomachs & when he sticks his head in the sand, it isn’t to evade the truth but to remember it by being alone with his terrors.

Dave Bonta

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