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Sep 2013
...Illegible signatures scrawled...perturb
the maven.
Of years in the lighting...Bodh Gaya
ceremonial candles looking at the same
four winds.
An earth gone Up...only as You would,
and will have it...alighted withstanding.
Your very presence of consciousness
(which is a mere drop) makes the
Ocean of Consciousness rise...with sheer
volume...God bless you all.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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