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Listen to my silence
that murmurs through these leaves
listen to this unwritten song.
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Much is heaped between these lines
risen without mouth
silted up in the underground.
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Listen to my paper-thin silence
that is gone with the wind
through the trees.
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Hear my voice
at the curve of your mouth
earthlydark.
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~ Jos Steegstra
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the eye of practice
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.When dharma does not fill your whole body and mind, you may assume it is
already sufficient. When dharma fills your body and mind, you understand
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