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THIS HURRY? WHEREFORE this hurry? The last bus about to start? What does it matter? What is the harm? If the bus goes? there is the train; If the train goes, there is the plane. Even if that fails, where's the worry? Stay down! You will surely find a nook behind, And perhaps your mind and many another thing, who knows what.... A dream or diving drowning sleep Or red showers of Thought Or a sudden wild gust hurtling through clattering windows Or fleecy clouds flowing over Heaven's dome Or a lone darkness echoing - OM OM OM. Gouri Dharmapal
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