the shade of large oak
But nothing grows its fruit from other oaks
We are rooted
drink from the same source
stuck in the same land
eyes turned to the same emptiness
What you give no hands
we have always
So we are eternally indebted
The vacuum source is inexhaustible
But nothing grows its fruit from other oaks
We are rooted
drink from the same source
stuck in the same land
eyes turned to the same emptiness
What you give no hands
we have always
So we are eternally indebted
The vacuum source is inexhaustible
Zendo
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