A Quote by Gautama Buddha
These are the roots of trees, O monks, these are empty huts. Meditate, monks, do not be negligent, or else you will regret it later. This is our instruction to you.
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From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge,
Is one the course of the wind, is one the water of the sea?
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