This is my resting place, Kanzan knows the best retreats; The breeze blows through the pines, Sounding better the nearer it is. Under a tree I'm reading Lao-tzu, quietly perusing. Ten years not returning, I forgot the way I had come.
This is my resting place, Kanzan knows the best retreats; The breeze blows through the pines, Sounding better the nearer it is. Under a tree I'm reading Lao-tzu, quietly perusing. Ten years not returning, I forgot the way I had come.
Shundo David Haye - Zen Priest 
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