Anger, in the ultimate dimension, requires that I close my eyes and look deeply into myself, asking, “Three hundred years from now, where will you be? Where shall I be?”
Good or Bad,
Happy or Sad,
All thought vanish into emptiness,
Like the imprint of a bird in the sky.
May you learn to see the arising and passing of all things without anger,
May you be open and balanced and peaceful.
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