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Settled into an ordinary fate, I wake to find the sea of desire suspended over emptiness. No permanence, no beginning, a nature of unknowing. Sanskrit mantras in a golden light scatter the dream of .
Old thoughts and drifting affinities—an inch of heart is all that is left; as chance falls, the hosts pass into stillness and extinction. floods past every edge and melts the realm of dust. I petition the gods for their might, to seize the other side of yin and yang.
Glosses—
Old thoughts [sù niàn]: notions long held.
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