Oh my friend, fellow seeker…
In search of the truth
The eternal salvation
The buddhahood
Sometimes this feeling comes
Overflows heart
Somewhere on this infinite universe
Lie this finite me, I think, how can it be?
Then suddenly second thought occurs,
How would Buddha feel in my place
Waves on the eternal silence
not his, not that
presence nothing of particular
an eternal presence
waves of events dancing on the surface
Creator witnessing created
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