With the whale's voice,
Which sounds to its full,
As the Arctic Ocean itself,
I hear the sound of all sounds,
I see the mystery of all mysteries.
Producing a great amount of words
And cherishing benign intents within,
I sing throughout all the coming epochs
In praise of the ocean of virtue in the deep
Of the Dharma body -- my guiding Pole Star.
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where dust floats continuously and where we will eventually habitat.
Always,
Deborah
Ron