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Nov 2016
there are no wrinkles on
enlightened one’s face
no suffering in his mind
as he silently contemplates
present clearer than the skies
past he knows not
his mind is one
(just as ten thousand fig
trees are blooming)
Buddha smiles
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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