Drink drop by drop
Oh my dear fellow….
Unlimited is the Flask
Infinite the bellow…..
You are bothered by the drop..
Poor Buddha took flask to the lips…
Immeasurable was his sorrow,
Immeasurable the grief….
This is not a drop of Sorrow…
This is the knife……
To cut open your consciousness
And, and to swipe….
Swipe away the ignorance,
Allow the drops to fall….
Slowly slowly,
Will dissolve away the wall…..
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