A Gatha:
Surely, as you crept through the mazes and tunnels that compose transition
as you were born, and equally as you died,
as you fell into falling and rose, the arising again to fall,
you were made through your searching lost?
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O Shakyamuni
inwardly folded
Embroidery of Light
The diamonds and pearls
of your mirror-garment
are the skins and husks
Of lifetimes
of the cell, proliferating
ten thousand lives
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