The sun brightens
the solitary peak,
blue.
The moon’s face
in the valley stream,
cold.
The intimate vastness of the Buddhas
cannot fit into
a small mind.
The sun brightens
the solitary peak,
blue.
The moon’s face
in the valley stream,
cold.
The intimate vastness of the Buddhas
cannot fit into
a small mind.
If I choose to sit and listen to the vastness of all the Buddhas, if I let it be and breathe it in, and move outward with an open heart then I will be more of a blessing than a curse to all of us human sort. Then it is more like love greeting love.
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