Quiet Breathing, fresh Spring air - in the process of becoming Buddhas.
A wondrous dance of thought-clouds perform…
Suddenly, Dharma light dawns, chasing them all away.
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Who am I right now oh Flame? A betrothed moth! A Lover who once thought he knew who he was, melted by thy heat, and lost to any self ... -
Know my Friend, that which is called by the lover is but the Beloved calling back. Oh, I know it sounds like your own voice, ... -
I have accepted from the high priest The bowl of Hemlock And drank every drop in pledge of service to thee beloved. You have ta...
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