Adrift in the ocean of samsara.
Whirling sounds of summer.
Electric sitars in the pines.
People's air conditioners.
All summer, I haven't turned-on mine.
Steam drives the dharma of what's real bone-deep.
Summer - purification.
Autumn - heart-mind clarification.
Winter - Dharma fermentation.
Spring - rejuvenation.
And 'round and 'round we go.
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