Guest guest Posted July 28, 2007 Report Share Posted July 28, 2007 When the Buddha smiled the mirror world cracked, the Light of Prana, like billions of silver commas, danced in the sky around me, clouds were floating like unspoken Poems, and I, strangely enough, heard them all in the veins of a upturned leaf, drinking in the cool summer breeze. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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