Through many births. I wander in samsara (cycle of birth and death), always seeking, but never finding the home maker. Pathetic existence, be born again and again. O Creator Home, you've seen! You can not make it home again. All of your roof is damaged. The pole shattered. My mind has reached a state of Unconditional. Achieved end of all suffering.
Buddha
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