What say you sons of Damchö Yongdu?
No skin off their noses I suspect.
Filed under Buddhism
Tagged as #pulpbuddhism
They were empty, luminous and capable of anything. One day, the door was unlocked and they dissipated like the last ray of sun flickering on a wave.
I want to cry.
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