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the learning laboratory at the end of the universe

The old Chesnut tree which gave us pipes and necklaces, slingshot ammunition and things to fill an empty pocket is by gone. The house it stood in front of is out of the family and the land it stood in is out of my Vision. My own Buddha scratches at my cluttered mind reminding me that freedom is internal next to the non-existent Chesnut tree.

Om manipadme hum
Be wise in becoming
The way is a branching stream
knowledge is a good light
practice brings the Sun