Poem 42

Everyone holds a pair of scissors,

Cutting people, cutting things; cutting off leisure,

Incomparably sharp, honing life after life,

When can cut through the dust to become one with the blue sky?

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Marla Garcia had written 412 articles for Vairocana Site

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