Facing the war-machine
With heart in hand

Breaking down the walls of greed & tyranny
or building cages for the pure mind of harmony

I feel the wind blowing
Every day it goes on
Amazing beautiful moments
& unthinkable horrible things

Buddhas bow before it all
Bodhisattvas contemplate

Every moment we decide
Every interaction
At the blink of an eye
we become heroes or villains
At the turn of your head
We free mankind
or enslave billions


By Shaon 紗恩
Written 2013

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