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Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha |
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Emptiness |
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Nothing rests on the mirror |
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Nothing to rest |
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Nowhere to rest |
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Clouds do not obscure |
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Passing horses |
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White snow melting |
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Snowflakes falling |
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Turn back into air |
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The end is painless |
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Already full we are |
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Although empty |
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Passing horses |
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White horses ripple |
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Throughh the blue sky |
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"Who would have thought |
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A dewdrop would last so long" |
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He said |
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"Your end which is endless" |
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He said |
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"As a snowflake melts |
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Into air" |
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He said |
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Trust yourselves |
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Your cup is full |
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Overflowing |
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Floating |
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Passing horses |
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Shining hooves |
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Emptiness is moving |
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And dancing |
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Sky-clad |
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Rainbow-coloured |
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And crystal-faced |
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"A net of fireflies" |
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Freedom itself |
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And motion itself |
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And suffering itself |
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And pain itself |
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And laughing itself |
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And shot through |
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With nothing |
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No one hearing |
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"And the foam on the last water |
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Has dissolved" he said |
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"I lean against the stove |
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And emptiness -- lo! Eternity" |
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He said |
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And where are they now |
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These passing horses? |
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In which wood |
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In which star |
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In which stream |
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"Alone into the alone" |
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She said |
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Not realising |
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Oh how alone |
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She already was |
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Dancing inbetween |
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The worlds |
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The swallow dips |
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The eagle hovers |
