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Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
I heard the sound of one hand clapping.
But then the idle brain plays tricks upon the resting mind.Beyond the cave wall,
I saw a dog with Buddha nature and angrily cast my heavy eyelids aside.
Now green tea vapours refresh my sight and bubble through my thoughts.I’ve spent years in this dreary monastery seeking enlightenment.
Young men pester me with questions,
to them I raise an enigmatic fist.A life-time hunting for nirvana...
Rien!
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[As I was going to St. Ives,
I met the First Patriarch coming from the west.]
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