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Sesshin

Loon Lake, 2021.11.17

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Hold me Mother where I stand,

the ground of sky is falling;

your water drains the hungry ghost 

in rifts of blue and grey.

Shimmering waves of mist and cloud,

I sound your echo calling;

sing of me your wholesome moon,

absolve your silver veil. 

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