Buddhandmade Themaskus
Roads that lead to DamascusCrossed the Buddha and asked this…
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What would make of the mind
A change to peace over time?
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And what would make of the wind
To change from an end to begin?
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Jake’s awake and riding the rails.
Silent flight in bright details
Reveal the real has cleared the veil…
A Buddha made a mask for us
Ask… and it speaks a riddle.
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