Guest guest Posted December 27, 2000 Report Share Posted December 27, 2000 The wounded heart doth often lie on ill repute and destitute the rankling question why. To know the answer sparkling clear, resort your voice to heaven's ear, and sing it to the sky. Of all these things are given you in pain filled loves remorse, the brightest star, to know you are the friend of heaven's course. And when in doubt, all round about and kept from gracious muse, sing out your song, and right or wrong no ear would dare refuse. Mace The Dzogchen Mailing List Subscribe: /.cgi/dzogchen View Archives: /archives.cgi/dzogchen Contact List Owner: islandman (AT) islandman (DOT) com Post Message to List: dzogchen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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