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Aug 2014
Still, I sit, quiet mind more so than before.
Emptiness and wind nearby; tea, I drink.
Mountain cabin ridge; balance on the brink.
Tell me young soul: sit here for 3000 days and translate what you think.
Kenshō
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Kenshō  M
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