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No grief, No madness

                         See yourself with real eyes,

                         there is no need for useless


                         The winter has come, the plants have


                         In spring they will take root and begin

                         to show promise. Just like you,

                         nothing magical –

                         You swell in times of joy

                         and deflate in times of sorrow,

                         stitching the inflatable boat.

                         This is your seat, accept it.

                         The struggle is the dream,

                         a hot order of suffering, unnecessary.

                         Stand up, kiss the Buddha and sit

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