Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi 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 end is painless Already full we are Although empty Passing horses White horses ripple Throughh the blue sky "Who would have thought A dewdrop would last so long" He said "Your end which is endless" He said "As a snowflake melts Into air" He said Trust yourselves Your cup is full Overflowing Floating Passing horses Shining hooves Emptiness is moving And dancing Sky-clad Rainbow-coloured And crystal-faced "A net of fireflies" Freedom itself And motion itself And suffering itself And pain itself And laughing itself And shot through With nothing No one hearing "And the foam on the last water Has dissolved" he said "I lean against the stove And emptiness - lo! eternity" He said And where are they now These passing horses? In which wood In which star In which stream "Alone into the alone" She said Not realising Oh how alone She already was Dancing in between The worlds The swallow dips The eagle hovers
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