Seasons of the Bhodi
"Mahakavi...tell me, what is the body?"
'It is: the candle desiring flame;
it is: the universe self-contained;
it is: the realization of love,
through the gratitude of pain.'
"Mahakavi...will you let me know,
what is the nature of the soul?"
'It is: the unwritten page;
it is: the empty picture frame;
it is: the absence of the self,
through the charity of change.'
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