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as flowing waters disappear into the mist

as flowing waters disappear into the mist
we lose all track of their passage.
every heart is its own Buddha;
to become a saint, do nothing.

enlightenment: the world is a mote of dust,
you can look right through heaven’s round mirror
slip past all form, all shape
and sit side by side with nothing, save Tao.

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