The funny thing about ultimate space
Of all events and meanings
Is just a constant round of samsara
Where nothing really is real
Anything can happen
And usually will
The essence of bliss is emptiness
Emptiness nature is clarity
Clarity's flipside of emptiness is form
The single coin of them both is dharmadhatu
The inflation of currency is path
Losing it totally is a lesson
Going on welfare is Triple Gem refuge
Bootstrapping one's life is bodhichitta
Going back to school is wisdom
Getting a degree for one's effort is prediction,
And a reminder,
There is no rest for the wicked
Nor for that matter the totally good
As far as it goes the path
Has fewer rest stops
Even as view becomes vaster,
Breathtaking -- beyond belief --
There is no token to give or get
Only the tattered hem of Buddha's robe
Dragging dust on the road
So I, a beggar
Am blessed
With a portion of His alms.
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