If you can see the hidden shadow of sorrow, behind the crescent
of every smile
If you can feel the wounded heart bleeding, behind the sharpened spear
of anger
If you can see the darkened clouds of fear gathering, before the ravaging storms of violence
If you can see emptiness in all; and fullness in all
emptiness
If you can understand this wisdom and yet be keep your silence
Can you still be proud my friend!
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