BRAIN

A woman walks her dog...
Over the log...
The child slips and falls...
Startled he was by the earthquake...
And as the father fixes his car...
His daughter's flesh is mangled by the Polar Bear...
It's too cold out to think about summer...
And as the eskimo ice fishes...
Dreams are had about Indian Sages...
A man is led to the mystical Holy Land...
And upon finding Himself...
The fearful lion no longer eats leaves...
And out of the sleaves of the magician...
Cards are dealt to the abandoned child...
Witnessing sheer boredom...
The savant no longer eats from bad cooks...
The poor owl...
Run over on the road...
The drunk teenager desired to get home safely...
He couldn't afford this vehicle...
Destroyed...
But had he...
The Lama would have prepared them...
Because life as a roach...
Only for those that lack it...
The compassion to understand...
That sometimes fire purifies...
As well as cooks the flesh of the dead...
And for he that pepares the calf...
Milk from the Mother may not be enough...
Because even the injection...
In a flash...
All originating from the Illusory Perceiver...


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