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Saturday, June 13, 2009

A Buddhist song

When shall I at last retire into solitude,
alone, without companions,
without joy and without sorrow,
with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream?
When, in my rags - without desires -
shall I retire contented into the mountains?
When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death,
shall I -
free, fearless and blissful - retire into the forest?

When?
When, oh when?'