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Mar 2020
Buddha didn't get lost

in the floweriness of

the sermon, even with

all its silent splendor.

only one attending ray

pointed at it, suffice to say.

while Buddha held

himself up to the attending

rays...knowing he would

never come back.
Onoma
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