but the Existence of the flower.
The miracle is not the moon,
but the Existence of the moon.
The miracle is not the snow,
but the way all creatures
crystalize from pure Existence
and melt back into it.
Why are you here?
To look deeply into the flower,
to look deeply into the moon,
to look deeply into the eye of each creature
until you behold that jewel of Emptiness.
What can you do but love and dissolve?
What can you do but bow and fall
on your knees in wonder?
You are that Existence.
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