(At the edge of the forest the wild plum trees have burst into flower) I have been looking for you, my child, Jump To Bhumisparsha, Earth Touching, Interbeing, Oneness, A Teacher Looking for His Student, Looking for Each Other A Teacher Looking for His Student That is why it will never be tired of waiting. It will be as fresh and as beautiful as the first time. It knows deeply that you will come back one day. It is always waiting for you to come back, Walking on the empty path, but you were floating in the air,īut the beautiful path is always patient. There were times when you did not succeed, sister. So that the wonders of life will be manifested,Īnd all afflictions will be transformed into So that the blood will bring the color of love to your face

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