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Emptiness of mind and heart
until it's hard to tell the two apart
Two voids do not something make
If there is nothing to start
Then in the end there is nothing.
Meditate upon the rose
Until your heart and breathing slows
And still there is nothing but something there
An image a thought
Something perfect but not
until it's hard to tell the two apart
Two voids do not something make
If there is nothing to start
Then in the end there is nothing.
Meditate upon the rose
Until your heart and breathing slows
And still there is nothing but something there
An image a thought
Something perfect but not