Morning Thunder The dawn thunders over the Buddha hall as the army of orange gathers once more for Satsang with the Master and we, who are we, my heart probes ditch diggers and doctors dark gypsies and fine spun high born faces born of any crowd save the filter of their hearts which has passed them thru to where the dawn comes like a lover over the Oregon desert and the gift of enlightenment is a real promise. gallagher 06 july 83 - Rajneeshpuram
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