**A gleaming, sharpened sword, SHE could **** without bloodshed,
HE is Buddha's gift of light, surging above, wind and waves,
they wouldn't cross each other's path it would seem, from the outset,
but both are sublime,
in higher realms they permeate, in greater cycles they spread,
the sword that's her at that level of awareness
never would shed or touch blood, but cut away confusions, with light,
whichever be the path, once one becomes accomplished,
peace would fill and lighten the soul, preparing to soar to the abode eternal.**
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
**A gleaming, sharpened sword, SHE could **** without bloodshed,
HE is Buddha's gift of light, surging above, wind and waves,
they wouldn't cross each other's path it would seem, from the outset,
but both are sublime,
in higher realms they permeate, in greater cycles they spread,
the sword that's her at that level of awareness
never would shed or touch blood, but cut away confusions, with light,
whichever be the path, once one becomes accomplished,
peace would fill and lighten the soul, preparing to soar to the abode eternal.**
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