Aspiration

 

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The dim sun sinks to rest

In a West of watery gold.

The young stars climb the sky

And there like flowers unfold,

In the forest vast of night,

Petals of purest light.

 

So may my heart unfold,

When the suns of the world have set,

In the forest vast of the Void,

Wisdom with Mercy met

in that tranquil, silent hour,

Like a flower and the scent of a flower.  

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Sangharakshita

 

 

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