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Rāutu and likewise #Bhusuku says: everything is thus in its own-nature. If for you, o fool, there is delusion in this, sit at the feet of the True Guru.

- #Rāutu, ' #Caryāgīti' 41

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Bhusuku and likewise #Rāutu says: everything is of this nature. One neither comes nor goes–there there is neither being nor non-being.

- #Bhusuku, ' #Caryāgīti' 43

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WATER IS POURED INTO WATER
By #Bhusuku

The great Spontaneously-arisen tree spreads throughout the three worlds–body, mind and speech;
own-being being like the Sky, who from the bounds of #saṃsāra is released?

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Then, guided by the True Guru, still the restless mouse!
Bhusuku says: when self-scurrying stops in the Simultaneously-arisen's light, then the moorings are loosened.

- #Bhusuku, ' #Caryāgīti' 21

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AMONG THE DARK SOME-THINGS OF NIGHT THE MIND-MOUSE SCURRIES
By #Bhusuku

Among the dark some-things of night the mind-mouse scurries;
stealing and eating the Nectar of Consciousness it can find.
O seeker, that same thief is the vital-breath which spins the wheel of Saṃsāra by its comings and goings.

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Having spread the net of delusion the body-doe is bound;
Having understood this thanks to the Word of the True Guru, what use is there of speech?

- #Bhusuku, ' #Caryāgīti' 23

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The deer lives with the day's inhalation and dies with night's exhalation.
Yet, o noble #Bhusuku, you don't enter the house of Bliss without deer-meat.

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IF YOU GO HUNTING

If, o #Bhusuku, you go hunting to rend the breath-deer from its own-being, the you must first rend it from the five rangers of the senses;
when you then enter the bed of the Sky-Lotus, you must be single-minded.

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In its flight, the deer's hooves are unseen.
Bhusuku says: it has not entered the heart of the fool.

- #Siddha #Bhusuku, ' #Charjyagiti' 6

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TAKING WHAT, HOW CAN YOU KEEP ON LETTING IT GO?
By #Bhusuku

Taking what, how can you keep on letting it go?
All sides are surrounded by the cries of Death.
The deer's own flesh is its own enemy.

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