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· Looking Ahead
The world's debts drown in dust and sand; where the streams merge into the void and the ocean, nothing else remains. Travelers at the sky's edge part at the sky's edge; go, affinities come, and gather into insight.
The blade goes back into its sheath; the dream puts forth flowers; a roving dragon, fierce and keen, shakes out the rosy clouds. The last cold is not yet gone, but the heart runs warm; it nurtures the spring light and brings out the sun's splendor.
Glosses—
Void and ocean: a Buddhist term, emptiness and the great sea;
The last cold: the chill that lingers after Great Cold, before the warmth returns.
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