The Deepest me Are Us

Freeing themselves from the moorings.

Who would love soldiers?

With heavy helmets strapped on their heads,
With heavy belts of cartridges tied on the chest,
With heavy guns strapped on their arms,
With heavy belts of grenades, pistols and daggers strapped on his waist,
With heavy boots tied to the feet.

Who would love them?

One should start from the head.
A free mind soon makes away the other griefs,
Freeing hearts, arms, hands, hips and legs.

Never more the fear of battles,
The darkness of blackouts,
The fury of the tanks.

Then,
A soft breeze will make fluttering the canopies of peace.
You will feel the powerful, secure and deep sound of the Dharma,
spreading through you, like a tuning fork.

Do not look back,
to the citadel on fire of the triple world.

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