Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Death Comments
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The Yogini sits cross legged in penance in the midst of fire
Holding her heart and red lips tight in her fist
Like a puppy yearning for the master looking around
And its already ten thousand years since they cremated him
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7/28/2025 10:47:27 PM # 1.0.0
the mystery of life and death and love and its infinite mercy and the swift soaring smile because without that smile how dull would eternity be. To laugh at the tiny tidbits of everyday life how precious as is this great peom.