our collective grief

our collective grief
hosted in the heart
burning candle 
night like a shrine

morning back into

the breach

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Add the Sum to the Product of these Three

Add the sum to the product of these three:
Old Age, Sickness, and Death --
crowning the impermanence of all things;
born into the contest of Samsara.

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this is the day oh striving hope

this is the day oh striving hope

blessed for what is full of wanting and what is not

you are the phantom in every thought

and lighting everything else dramatically

searchlight of the mind sweeping

beauty found beauty lost

always more about to be

quickly comes and goes

imperishable encouraging

— —

CM Evans

every sweet thing

every sweet thing 

footprints in your mind
trodden on endless beauty
we are accustomed to making marks

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tell me things i don't know

tell me things i don't know
give me the surprises 
and everything i thought would never happen
show me how narrow my mind is

it is the only way 

to have a big mind by constantly 

breaking everything thought to be fixed

realizing this isn't a threat but a huge view 

then we can be like

kids again seriously at play 

and this kind of mind makes imagination's toil

rarely fail to persuade or save 

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