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Aug 2014
My face is bare and without distinction;
Yet, I embody all.
My clothes serve no vanity;
Yet, I impress.
My feet are as tough as bark;
I walk all paths.
My hands are gentle and subtle;
I do not interfere.
My mind is clear and empty like the skies;
Yet, clouds come and go.
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Kenshō
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Kenshō  M
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