new fortune.

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@@ -39147,3 +39147,29 @@ Pete's Song:
 My fur reeks like
 Racoon dead six weeks.
 Feed me!
+~
+The Epic of Gesar
+
+Through aspiration prayers and arousing bodhicitta, for the noble families the
+time had come to tame the māras and cannibal demons of Tibet, and resounding
+as self-arising formless sound from the sky was this song, which invokes the
+enlightened mindstreams [of all the sages]:
+
+       E MA HO
+       Unborn primordially empty dharmadhatu,
+       Unobstructed ground for the arising of phenomena,
+       The strength of emptiness free from the extremes of existing or not,
+       Listen to this song, a self-arising spontaneously present song.
+
+       Without considering the six grains of the three months of autumn,
+       Why toil in the fields in the three months of spring?
+       Without considering the abundance of the plunder,
+       Why wave your arms to summon enemies and disputes?
+       Without considering the benefit of others,
+       Why single-pointedly practice to try to accomplish enlightenment?
+
+       Failing to know the minds of those to be tamed, one is not a buddha.
+       Failing to fulfill the welfare of others is not the sacred dharma.
+       Failing to lead others to liberation is not the sangha.
+
+  -- from The Epic of Gesar of Ling, "Gesar’s Birth and Childhood"