May the bedbugs of insomnia turn to fireflies on a midsummer night;
May light-circles of fatigue become Miro paintings behind your eyes;
Page after page, may your private litany go up in True Fire;
May Buddha Washing Festival be held inside your body with gold light;
May that sky of yours be carried into dark corners of life;
May your nimbus of gargantuan kindness be seen by cold eyes;
May your jewel be set against a backdrop of more than black velvet;
May your coherent ripple-pattern propagate in rivers of all magnitude;
May your furthering impress re-gather in a semblance of your nature.
- - - - - - - - - - - An impressive writing. It reflects your kindness and love for humanity.
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May the bedbugs of insomnia turn to fireflies on a midsummer night; May light-circles of fatigue become Miro paintings behind your eyes; Page after page, may your private litany go up in True Fire; May Buddha Washing Festival be held inside your body with gold light; May that sky of yours be carried into dark corners of life; May your nimbus of gargantuan kindness be seen by cold eyes; May your jewel be set against a backdrop of more than black velvet; May your coherent ripple-pattern propagate in rivers of all magnitude; May your furthering impress re-gather in a semblance of your nature. - - - - - - - - - - - An impressive writing. It reflects your kindness and love for humanity.