It shines like sunlight on a cool May morning the mind of all beings although it’s infinitely more delicate like wings of bees in impossibly thin air It pulses with serene knowing the mind of all beings glowing on top of this stilled body sitting by the green wall of a hill sprouting fresh grass as green as green itself Precisely aimed lines splay out from the mind of all beings containing beaded chains of throbbing light each containing a self-absorbed universe teeming with philosophers wars, woes, saints, and saving truths It tranquilizes the brain’s thoughts the mind of all beings while dreaming countless universes in a contemplative’s calm while walking around a cloistered garden on a May morning sometime else It hums the language of every species the mind of all beings while teaching us to dodge thought’s missiles incoming from all directions so that we might mount the slope beyond which we will turn around to see where we’ve been and remember with calm surprise and delight that we are the mind of all beings
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