Dreams of Wildflowers On the Cusps of Winters End

A dream-

Where wildflowers bloomed up

In abundance for me to pick them

Brilliant boquets of red, orange and crimson-

Offerings of fire for the eternal Dharma-

I spun the wheel and it was violet:

The sun bursts out across the prairie

 the snow melts into the ocean

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