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The Melody of a Buddha in a Bar

We are all born a hollow bamboo...a hollow flute...No wonder infants and children across geographic continents radiate divinity...for the divine simply plays out it's tune in them.... Absolutely tender, pristine and pure are they.... for…

Salutations to the Enlightened Ones

The fragrance emanating from an Enlightened Master do not fade away…. Their Words spoken… when on the Physical plane Still reverberate... to the one's ready to listen Can we slow down...bow down....low down??? Just be a Hollow Bamboo....a…