The Tiniest Grain of Wheat of the World, by J. W. Cassandra

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The Tiniest Grain of Wheat
of the World, by J. W. Cassandra

I had not found the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world,
I keep hauling along its pang
Of the perfect, desire-ful life.

There is no anguish that can shrine
The Sage without this little grain,
There is no egress: my dream of life
Yet holds me to be Soul-clear.

You had not found the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world,
You keep hauling along its pang
Of the perfect, desire-ful life.

There is no anguish that can shrine
The Sage without this little grain,
There is no egress: your dream of life
Yet holds you to be Soul-clear.

We have no chance to find the tiniest
Grain of wheat of the world:
It had lost on its way of illusion
Into the sea of forms.

The grain had dipped long ago,
Its never-been measure is: my life.
The grain had dipped long ago,
Its never-been measure is: your life.

Measure it by eternity-measure
To be able to understand its essence,
Live by the light of eternal life
To be measured to its essence!

2015. 08. 28., by J. W. Cassandra

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