Mother Space of the beginningless end
Ineffable and ever present
Your touch is my very skin
Free us from the imprisoning mind
From the coarse eyes that only perceive lies
I hear with delight the melody of life and death
Without moving from you
Teach me the presence of emptiness
in the whirlwind of appearances
—Padma Drolma
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