Dear Baker
I gave you a mala a while ago, a very special mala. But I never told you I gave you a hungry mala. It's as hungry as your little angel. Don't forget it wants to be fed a nice diet of mantra just as often.
Cloud-like mirror
I see the patterns of my mind reflected in the shapes I see in the clouds. Sometimes I see death, and other times joy. What about the death of suffering? This is a most joyous occasion.
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