Manjushri has a long and powerful sword
that can find no resistance.
It can cut through a concrete wall,
slice the fuzz off a peach.
And when a passing pop-up blips its head
why fine powdered wine is found instead
But it knows its own limits,
knows when to take heed.
For it would not catch a bird in flight
Truly it has no need.
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