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Feb 2015
Before the hours weep their sorrow across the Sky King's land,
The world has potential.
In the astral twilight of the dawn,
A silence held so soft.
Where ancient worlds speak and shine through the veils of delusion
And the Buddha sits upon a hill in the third watch of night.

And soon, the Center Star shall crest and the world will scatter
Like a million ants, searching for heaven outside of themselves.
Kenshō
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Kenshō  M
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