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"I pondered Buddhas teaching A full four and eighty years. The gates are all now locked about me. No one was ever here - Who then is he about to die, And why lament for nothing? Farewell! The night is clear, The moon shines calmly, The wind in the pines Is like a lyres song. With no I and no other Who hears the sound?"
Z
Zoso Royo




