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RE: Winter Game :: Haiku of Japan #80
The curse of being a poet—Buddha mind is forever out of reach as we just can't stop thinking. Your koan might help. What is not a sliding stone to a poet? Indeed!
The curse of being a poet—Buddha mind is forever out of reach as we just can't stop thinking. Your koan might help. What is not a sliding stone to a poet? Indeed!
Plop. Ice melts.