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Once again, many greedy people appear No different from silkworms wrapped in cocoons. Wealth and riches are all they love, Never giving their minds or bodies a moment's rest. Every year their natures deteriorate While their vanity increases. One morning death comes before They can use even half their money. Others happily receive the estate, And the deceased's name is soon lost in darkness. For such people there can only be great pity. Zen Master Ryokan
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Wealth and Riches are all they love
Once again, many greedy people appear No different from silkworms wrapped in cocoons. Wealth and riches are all they love, Never giving their minds or bodies a moment's rest. Every year their natures deteriorate While their vanity increases. One morning death comes before They can use even half their money. Others happily receive the estate, And the deceased's name is soon lost in darkness. For such people there can only be great pity. Zen Master Ryokan
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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