Dharma Bicycle
a frame cold-sprayed with
perfect tranquility; the world
and the bell are one,
a flock of wheels that join;
then the three-in-one in balance,
the sky,the moment, the crunch
of tyres on gravel,the river flows,
all suffering has gone,the day
lengthens, this is where I am.
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