There is a scent in Buddhism,
Emanating from the Refuge
At the heart of the woods
Along the hike, we have the firm hope
To find there some food, some water
Enough to carry on with the walk.
A vague yet remaining scent
A thread diving to the heart of Being.
The source and destination of the path.
In this wooden cabin, open the cosmic hatch
And inhale Supreme Truth.
Franck Joseph
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