Breathlessly searching for inner silence,
Looking for new borders to cross,
Feeling a touch of fresh wind,
Playing with growing greeen trees,
Listening to applause
And once again
To songs of dolphins and whales,
Carelessly throwing words around,
Dancing to a pulsating shine of constellations,
Recognizing ancient temples,
We are lost in the mundane
But then Wisdom comes around.
The mysteries of this world
Are solved like middle school riddles
And reality is as fit as a fiddle.
We realize
That all the states of consciousness
Have their flavour.
Sanctity shines
Through our behaviour.
Buddha anthem
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