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I sit sleepless in the summer nights warmed by the fire
 Bodhisattva
he keeps the dreamless flood of religion damned
its not Gods, but what men made for themselves
war is pure confusion
refuse heaped on the soul and senses
debilitating piles of garbage inherited from gone ones
I’m not confused by my search
im not confused by my existence
Im from the earth and dedicated to its poverty
i'm made from dirt haunted by my starvation of the senses  
all art is suffering
suffering is liberation in honesty
casting our woes into the fire
suffer and endure, refine and progress in ambition
abandon material relation give it all up
leave your home, leave your family, leave your girlfriend and your wife
leave the world embrace the earth