We are already being drawn through to Sukhavati,
Part of our being gathers as a spiritual dew
On the grand lotus buds
Which are waiting for each one of us.
Droplets of the kindnesses we have done,
The sympathies we have shared,
They glisten with our own hearts light,
The same light we shine as we comfort one another
Across the tempestuous trials of human life.
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