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Toronto Iron pagoda cracking the fat-horse Buddha, / Yellow Shade raking the murky deep waters, / Bubble tigre silencing the winching Self, self, elf.
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A Pond makes waves, and then, where does the light go?           Retort: Where are the waves of your pond in your childhood?           A monk says, “What are your own waves in the pond?”              I say, “How can you see the pond ponderable in your waves?”
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
theo-han
Ineffability
A Pond makes waves, and then, where does the light go?           Retort: Where are the waves of your pond in your childhood?           A monk says, “What are your own waves in the pond?”              I say, “How can you see the pond ponderable in your waves?”
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