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Sunday, June 1, 2014

The refuge prayer.

I take refuge in an old mans chastened ****, withered at the root, fallen like a dead tree; I take refuge in an old women’s flaccid****, collapsed, impenetrable, and sponge like: I take refuge in the virile young tigers Thunderbolt, rising proudly, indifferent to death; I take refuge in the maidens Lotus, filling her with rolling bliss waves, releasing her form shame and inhibition.

Drukpa Kuenley (photo courtesy: Google)
The branches of the Great eastern Tree grow and grow, but the foliage’s spread depends on the tree roots extent.

A fortnightly series from a book by Russ and Blythe Carpenter.

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