Wake
The limitless sky of awareness apparently
emerges from sleep into waking, because a thin veil of cloud drifts
away. After a deep blue moment of eternal radiance, the mind
breathlessly rushes in, whispering, "I'm back. What shall we worry about
today?" Dear friend, the past does not exist. Why not wake in the
sweetness that is never one moment old, and pierce this dewdrop earth as a
ray of God?
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