Tag: meditative poetry
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The Bodhi Tree Within
In an age of dust and noise,where old roads crack and kings forget,the Eternal Voice whispers—You are not small, nor late. The Buddha is not a fading star,but a sun without horizon,rising through the marrowof those who keep the wondrous law. Sit, friend, beneath the tree already grown inside you.The place you stand is holy…
Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra 