In the sounds of the cloudlike experience
In the dancing flames of bads and goods
Trying to take the moon out of the lake
While very thirsty hoping for water,
the water is freely offered.
Through analysis of moon's qualities
No seeing of radiant beauty
While through harmless cloud projections
The flutes' melody of wisdom and warmth,
is revealing its' sound in open silence.
Dedication. May suffering vanish.
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