Preta

You clung to possessions
Large,small and that of others
What eyes of timid karma had you
Hands like claws of eagles’ sangha
You fell deep into the brother of sleep
Burn your love for such a greed
Your mind your energy
Irnun without direction
Though in oneness they abide
Your organs of sense
Bloom sorrow and delusions
Let’s stop the irnun in transmigration
Come in freod, Preta come
We’ll sit together to Buddha hum

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