Dogen

The Way of the Ancestors
coming from the West
I transmit to the East.
Yearning for the ancient ways,
Catching the moon, cultivating the clouds,
Untouched by worldly dust fluttering about—
Thatched hut, snowy evening, deep mountain.

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