More Leaves fell from the Tree
Leaves fall from the Tree
Leaves fall from the Tree
Like our final destiny
The same happens to all
Our last gigantic fall
Still we grasp at what
Is ungraspable can’t stop
Until our last dying breath
In the end all is death
A process within life
Samsaric’s endless strife
Until that awakening
Then we can dance and sing
With no agenda for ourselves
Sentient being just themselves Help them all to Just being
In Dzogchen’s great seeing
© Peter Dorey 2012
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