Aspiration

I'm a fire I'm a flame
Burning for the Divine plane
My cells my Life my Soul my Mind
Want to be united with Divine
O Sweet Mother cares a child

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Zen

Thing that is not described by thought
Thing that is real in itself
and separated from my waking self
A pen I hold in my hand
So inexplicable!

I look at things clearly.
They are coming to me!

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