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One word blooms a lotus bright
Kasaya shadows cloak the light
Step by step dust turns to glow
Deer Park echoes in the flow
Vulture Peak winds chant the law
Dragons coil round jaw by jaw
Eighty four thousand gates swing wide
Each gate holds moon heart to guide
Bells fall soft as dust descends
Gold dust rises kasaya bends
Palm leaves wave like waters tide
Debate reveals where truths reside
Incense measures merits cost
Beads turn silent none are lost
Drums shatter glories of the past
Mantras sung a spell cast fast
Kasaya stitched with peacock eyes
Rain on moss empty hill sighs
Passers whisper under shade
Is this robe truth or masquerade
Eighty four thousand gates unfold
Each gate shows moon heart to hold
Bells fall to dust below
Gold paints forms aglow
Palm leaves debate never cease
Brackets climb toward stars peace
Incense wisp measures worth
Beads turn save earth
Demons wear the dharma guise
Words tangled no clear skies
Greed and anger gild the shade
Ignorance builds towers high
Foxes howl on roofs edge
Stupas drip red cruel pledge
Lions host the worms within
Glazed tiles break yet they grin
Though iron wheels spin above
Who below answers with love
I will break the night one voice calls
Body and raft duty enthralls
Eighty four thousand gates unfold
Each gate shows moon heart to hold
Bells fall to dust below
Gold paints forms aglow
Palm leaves debate never cease
Brackets climb toward stars peace
Incense wisp measures worth
Beads turn save earth
Dharma winds will fade at last
Lamp still hangs for all the past
One arm lifts a flame so small
Lights self and others all
Half verse buried in the ash
Fire waits for winds flash
Bodhi sprouts in tender green
Through cracks the roof is seen
Eighty four thousand gates unfold
Each gate shows moon heart to hold
Bells fall to hearts embrace
Dust becomes sea in this place
Palm leaves scraps mark the way
Brackets hang with new suns ray
If iron wheels spin in air
May heart stand firm never despair
Eighty four thousand gates unfold
Each gate shows moon heart to hold
Bells fall to hearts embrace
Dust becomes sea in this place
Palm leaves scraps mark the way
Brackets hang with new suns ray
If iron wheels spin in air
May heart stand firm never despair