As flowing waters disappear into the mistWe lose all track of their passageEvery heart is its own BuddhaEase off; become immortal Wake up: the world’s a mote of dustBehold heaven’s round mirrorTurn loose: slip past shape and shadowSit side by side with nothing save Tao
As flowing waters disappear into the mistWe lose all track of their passageEvery heart is its own BuddhaEase off; become immortal
Wake up: the world’s a mote of dustBehold heaven’s round mirrorTurn loose: slip past shape and shadowSit side by side with nothing save Tao
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