Climbing the mountain, The path is steep and winding. My heart set on the top, I do not fear the difficult journey. Reaching halfway, the trail fades away. Looking down, I see countless sentient beings My heart fills with compassion, The weight of countless beings on my shoulders, The darkness dissolves I think of Master; |
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