DAILY Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!
Read moreUnder this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!
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