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A Gift for Emily Within this empty heart, Grasping at nothing, you are contained… At your birth, you entered, healing me, As the ‘girl of seven’, spoken of in Buddhist Sutras, You taught even this old man, enlarging his mind, Teaching him to embrace the world, watching & blessing… He has cared for you and loved So much so that now he is full of you; We have found our family together on this lonely plain And do not fear that, at last, Body dropping off… This heart remains with you. ~ Papa Kokyo Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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A Gift for Emily

Within this empty heart,

Grasping at nothing, you are contained…

At your birth, you entered, healing me,

As the ‘girl of seven’, spoken of in Buddhist Sutras,

You taught even this old man, enlarging his mind,

Teaching him to embrace the world, watching & blessing…

He has cared for you and loved

So much so that now he is full of you;

We have found our family together on this lonely plain

And do not fear that, at last,

Body dropping off…

This heart remains with you.

~ Papa Kokyo Tuesday, January 15, 2013

At last, body dropping of, this heart remains with you…

Papa Kokyo

At last, bofy droping of, this heart remains with you…