The man’s lighthouse has gone out. Or maybe it appeared.
The Buddha shines flawlessly with an ever-new sun.
The lighthouse is always on the ground
And the sky is my orient.
Always, the lighthouse on the Earth’s crust
And it is in the heart that I live.
©FJ August 2022 —
Groupe de Pratique
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Notes & Silence 
You can see, however, only by such light as is yours…
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indeed.
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