When our hearts meet,
there is no need for words,
nor songs or poems,
no need for theory or dogma or prayers.
We are together,
just one heart
beating,
when our hearts meet.
By Margaret Ford
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In the beginning of my pre-Copernican solarsystem
Did not admit rays of Dharma.
But as my klesha’s raged upon
Voids of my samsaric expanses
Slowly realizing their non-centric
Being–my kleshic planets
Wobbled eccentrically in their orbits.
So now my solar being luminates
Enough to reflect Buddha Nature for others.
Poem from Travis Edwards,
Bodhicharya Oklahoma, Tulsa,OK usa
Did not admit rays of Dharma.
But as my klesha’s raged upon
Voids of my samsaric expanses
Slowly realizing their non-centric
Being–my kleshic planets
Wobbled eccentrically in their orbits.
So now my solar being luminates
Enough to reflect Buddha Nature for others.
Poem from Travis Edwards,
Bodhicharya Oklahoma, Tulsa,OK usa
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