Let go the past what has gone before – Let go the future that which comes after Let go thy hold on the middle as well – Thus with mind released in every way Then comest never more to birth and decay
“Sleep, little theri, sleep comfortably – Wrapped in the robe that you have made For your passion is stilled – Like a pot of pickled green boiled dry”
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