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“Where Sorrow Ends”
Beauty beheld in fragrant states;
surfing across sweeping thought waves.
Tragedy and ectasy, here are unified,
Out beyond the gravity of space and time.
Concept finds no grounding there.
Brilliant men have failed to dare
go where the world is not born; and
so they are by cravings torn.
To be a warrior and a sage
without the fear that grips our age.
To travel where the Buddhas roam,
finding, at last, the peace of home.
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