The Brooklyn Sutras

Preconceptions miss
The road winds
An edge gleams
Family farms and falling leaves
Faded moon beyond golden mountain
Red maple siren across the endless stream
Rushing freely over static stone
Loosened
Tumbling
Polishing
Knowing ageless fearless practice
Bodhisattva

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