ghosts
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pain from not knowing, doubting, the uncertaintyher intentions?
a sordinemuted microphoneno voice can be heard
stir up ghastly hungry ghost daemons inside, eating the smell of well-being
meeting her blue skies sunny clear water calm
calming ghosts,but before sunset they awake again, angry ghosts!
somewhere in the essential Tao there is a glimpse of the sun behind the clouds and steep mountainside
Maybe Shambhala does exist for us persistent and sometimes tired Warriors?