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In my house there is a cave,
And in the cave is nothing at all-
Pure and wonderfully empty,
Resplendent, with a light like the sun.
A meal of greens will do for this old body,
A ragged coat will cover this phantom form.
Let a thousand saints appear before me-
l have the Buddha of Heavenly Truth!