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Enlightenment
"When attachment ends, serenity commences," So a Bodhisattva, older than ancient, Once told me, in a moment of transcendence.
For years, I held his sacred words Close to my bosom, deep in my soul, Until one lonely weekend, on retreat,
I saw my revered master, mentor, again, Weeping unconsolably, Repeating, "Emptiness isn't enlightenment."
And I knew, in a torrent of satori, That infinite tranquillity Is nothing more than death of the mind.
09/21/10 - (2)
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