(19.1.1962 / Yangon)

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wisdom of darkness

death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
You will be reborn again and again and again and again.................to infinity
an ample mountains of bones and decayed flesh
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
death, suffering, obsession, pains and attachments.
ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance, ignorance.
wisdom of darkness in the shadow of light is light itself.

Submitted: Monday, November 16, 2009


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  • Patti Masterman (11/16/2009 9:17:00 PM)

    Wow; this line is consuming: 'You will be reborn again and again and again and again.................to infinity
    an ample mountains of bones and decayed flesh' when you think of how old this
    Earth is, and you wonder why that is necessary. (smile)

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