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Hills rolling over,
bardo and orange flooding your vision.
Leave your belongings —
they are not coming with you.
A sacred second:
the third eye grazed by something unseen.
From the temple to the streets
MAY
ALL
BEINGS
BE
HAPPY.
Hills rolling over,
bardo and orange flooding your vision.
Leave your belongings —
they are not coming with you.
A sacred second:
the third eye grazed by something unseen.
From the temple to the streets
MAY
ALL
BEINGS
BE
HAPPY.