This Meeting, as in a Dream

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As in a dream, when cuckoos start to sing, it is spring.  When I
awoke on the first spring day, I remembered my dream that when the
secse object meets the sense, that is the echo.
It is so magical, it is so wondrous that I dreamed the dream that
echoed the substanceless essence of the substanceless dream.
Untouchable dream.  Uncatchable echo.
O Lord Buddha, through your blessing did you dream for me to
show that all phenomena are illusory like a dream and cannot be
caught?
In summertime, when peacocks’ tails make parasols, I met a ce-
lestial dakini without invitation in my dream.
It is so magical, it is so wondrous, this meeting, as in a dream.
In autumntime, when the meadow dew, like tears, meets the
moonbeams’ wistful love, I watched the falling leaves and remem-
bered my dream that when the sense object meets the sense, that is
the echo.
It is so magical, it is so wondrous, this meeting, as in a dream.
In wintertime, when the wind thief’s whispered lament meets the
snow-faced earth holder of wealth, my mind grew weary.
It is so magical, it is so wondrous, this meeting, as in a dream.


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