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The pain of the world, Continuous and ever flowing. Never ceasing, never ending, Exactly when was the beginning? Roaming, wandering, stopping, thinking, I see suffering and all its underpinnings. Painful it may be, everlasting it may seem, Eventually all of it ceases to be. To discover this cessation, this end to suffering. I bring forth my attention, mind and will. For the sake of myself, and all other beings. Wandering the world since beginningless time, I summon forth the strength, a well of power. And sally forth I shall, to end myriad suffering Though this body may cease to be, and all meaning meaningless to me, What matters is I tried, to do what is meaningful to me. For my existence is value, as is all those who know pain. May they walk forth, for the sake of the world and thee
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
The Path I Walk
The pain of the world, Continuous and ever flowing. Never ceasing, never ending, Exactly when was the beginning? Roaming, wandering, stopping, thinking, I see suffering and all its underpinnings. Painful it may be, everlasting it may seem, Eventually all of it ceases to be. To discover this cessation, this end to suffering. I bring forth my attention, mind and will. For the sake of myself, and all other beings. Wandering the world since beginningless time, I summon forth the strength, a well of power. And sally forth I shall, to end myriad suffering Though this body may cease to be, and all meaning meaningless to me, What matters is I tried, to do what is meaningful to me. For my existence is value, as is all those who know pain. May they walk forth, for the sake of the world and thee
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Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
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