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I see everything from an emptiness point of view I hear silent cries and whispers falling on deaf ears I smell an avarice of a fomented Revolution I savor the approaching sense of a pandemic Renaissance I feel we are born-still on a very very very long journey to an enlightenment I mind those impermanent treasures leading to a Dharma stream of not-self collectedness of thought trained Wisdoms

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