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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-10-07 | | Submited by Nina Shamana Chanting the sutras I receive the rice; the shrikes sing. Nothing remains of the house I was born in - fireflies. From the back, walking away soaking wet? The green grass! I return barefoot. Even the sound of the raindrops has grown older. The moonlight pierces my empty stomach. Going deeper and still deeper - the green mountains. [Wake itte mo wake itte mo aoi yama] "Mountain Tasting: Zen Haiku" by Santoka Taneda, translated and introduced by John Stevens. New York & Tokyo, Weatherhill, 1980.
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