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I Pledge Allegiance To The Soil Of Turtle Island, And To The Beings Who Thereon Dwell One Ecosystem In Diversity Under The Sun With Joyful Interpenetratio N For All.

O, Ah! The Awareness Of Emptiness Brings Forth A Heart Of Compassion!

The Other Side Of The "sacred" Is The Sight Of Your Beloved In The Underworld, Dripping With Maggots.

True Affluence Is Not Needing Anything.

A Great Poet Does Not Express His Or Her Self; He Expresses All Of Our Selves.