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every person,
..Buddha nature,
....evolving,
returning....
uncarved blocks,
waiting for the Woodcarver's
...deft hands,
cutting away imperfections,
weaknesses in the grain....
returning to cosmos,
...an ant working,
a mountain slowly
changing shape over time....
evolving,
..from ashe
....back to fire/
to the moment before
....it
.....was
.......lit!
to the moment before that!
the Woodcarver's hands so familiar...
...as if ours!
and the journey undertook
by no one else!
returning...
...evolving...
back to the uncarved block...
for there are no imperfections,
, , , grain lost in grain,
the stars reappear!
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