Resting by the river

Is there an end to wanting,
passion and egoism?
I choose to see a little
Buddha seated in all of us.
In the butterflies on street corners,
and the rise of rainbows
after summer rains.
Like the little streams
making their way to the river.
I cannot help but hear and see
heaven and earth are flowing as one.
And I lose myself under the stars,
and the sounds of the river flowing.

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