Poem 113

Empty birth realizes empty, empty realizes empty,

Red dust flower is red, red flower is red,

At midnight awake from the dream, clear but not thorough,

Sun at dawn frost and snow melt suddenly.

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Marla Garcia had written 412 articles for Vairocana Site

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