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Candle flames flicker-- Dancing, sinuous, Opium incense aglow, There's an orange-bowl offering-- Seven perfect suns, And wooden beads, On a red string, At the Enlightened One's bent knees, As he stares--stone--into infinity, The beating of his heart Now one with the gentle cosmic hum That I am so aware of, In this moment Post a comment in response: |
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