Gate, Gate, Paragate, Parasamgate, Svaha
Emptiness
Nothing rests on the mirror
Nothing to rest
Nowhere to rest
Clouds do not obscure
Passing horses
White snow melting
Snowflakes falling
Turn back into air
The empties nameless
Already full we are
Over it
Passing horses
White horses ripple
In the blue sky
You would have thought
That dewdrop would last so long, he said
Your end reaches endless, he said
As a snowflake melts into air, he said
A trusty sailboat
Your compass form
Overflowing
Floating
Passing horses
Shining hooves
Emptiness
Is moving and dancing skycoloured
Rainbow-coloured
And crystal face
And litter fireflies
Freedom itself
And motion itself
And suffering itself
And pain itself
And laughing itself
I shall bloom
With nothing
No one hearing
And the foam
On the lost water
Has dissolved, he said
A leaning so-so
An emptiness lone
Eternity, he said
And where are they now, passing horses?
In which wood?
In which star?
In which stream?
Alone into the unknown, she said
Not realising
Of how alone
She already was
Dancing in between
The worlds
The swallow sings
The eagle hovers
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