Found me, broken.
A count up as the Buddha broke.
I've been looking for, I walked, I crept.
I thought somewhere it, where a full house.
I thought somewhere it, where they crucified,
Where a horse rider in the sky and blew melted.
I thought it in the wilds of Buddhist Sri Lanka.
And further searching would have sat down and would probably be on the sled.
But it is not there, do not seek, chill, funny man.
We have all this time, wear it inside - that's it!
7.09.10.Bentota, Sri Lanka.
We have all this time, wear it in this way!
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