Reaching the joy swollen gland

Powers of seeing expand,

And there is joy and laughter;

From joy, buds of pure pleasure emerge,

Bursting into blooms of supreme pleasure,

And so long as outflow is contained

Unutterable bliss will surely mature.

What, where and by whom are nothing,

Yet the entire event is imperative.

Whether love and attachment or desirelessness

The form of the event is emptiness.

Like pigs we wallow in this sensual mire

But what can stain our pearly mind?

Nothing can ever contaminate it,

And by nothing can we ever be bound.

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  1. someone wrote this on an earlier version of my website. If it was you, could you let me know so i can credit you

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