out of the dust,
from the dross, the mud
blooms the lilly
how fragrant it is
how full and without imperfections
the blossom of the toil
that comes from suffering
and sheds it's skin of the world
then lo, friends
the beauty of the heart
is what remains
perfect
without any gathered notions
of this and that
and you and me
just the truth
stainless,
joy
oh friends,
this is it
the life force of all
shiva
atman
buddha
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Namaste and ommm.
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