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By Adam J. Pearson
Walking in the rain;
Droplets tapping on a face,
True nature laid bare:
Empty, clear, aware–
Never were we wet or dry,
Nor did we ever walk.
Beyond One and two,
Body, mind, and awareness
Belong to no one.
Laughing and laughing,
Clear tears pouring out like rain;
How was it missed so long?
Part of a series on Buddhism:
Stabilization, Insight, and the Four Images of the Diamond Sutra
The Power of Myth and the Three Daughters of the Lord of Pleasure
The Vibrancy of Life and the Deadness of the “Story of Me”
Read More from Adam Pearson at http://philosophadam.wordpress.com/