The Dalai Lama speaks to me:

“You need Nirvana – Freedom, see?

No longer one but with the All

Unseparate – it’ll be a ball”

“I tell him ‘Dally, you don’t know

My A’bugs, do you? Could I show

Her to you you would see my need

To temper heaven with some greed

“I must be separate enough

To see and hold her – or else, tough!

Before my atoms you dissever

They must mingle with hers forever”

He says “Just seen her! What a one!

I’ll fix the metaphysics, son

Ever together,” “Thank you, Kun”

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