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What we must see, when the sky cries.
Is that ponds ripple dearly.
What we hear when the sea howls,
like the wind.
What we do when mountains tremble.
Where we will be if the moon
abandons the tide.
As wasted mud floods, in river flow.
Barren clay swamps await torrents tide.
Tongued stabs lightning, at the bleeding earth.
When we will hear echoes of our land.
This time comes to us, as
all the world’s a meeting place.
For you and I and others.
This time comes to us, as
all the world’s complexities,
in us reside inherently.
Three poisons flow incessantly.
What are we going to do
looking around at others?
Howl storms in the sky echoing,
with wind, the greed in lives
like you and I.
The earth trembling deep below
is lonely anger echoing.
And if the moon abandons the tide,
listen to me, you have the answer.
What are you going to do
looking around at others?
This time has come to us
when all the world’s confusion
has made love and happiness
stained with sorrow.
With intricate delusion, in
stillness, suffering grows.
Filling all phenomena
of life and entity.
The true entity of life is all life.
All phenomena in all life. All
phenomena manifest the
true entity of life.
Permeating all of life is the true
essence of your life.
With this, the sun streams
through a cloud lit span.
Misty mud flats greet
a tired season’s wake.
Willing breath for balance
and birth again.
This time has come to us
as all the world’s a meeting place.
For you and I and others.