Dharma Stones (Bottomless Haiku)-2
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Eric Cockrell
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i am you, you me,
we are one prism defined
by our hands, molded
colors, smells, feelings
are set free by not grasping
- touch without holding
tired of coming back
walking the same road again,
again and again...
not for me, myself
by my suffering, set free
those bound by sorrow
i would not achieve
greatness, acquire kingdoms - but
wipe away your tears!
Buddha within you
light bound by darkness breaks free
rain dances in the dust
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