A Fisherman
Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.
A zen poem for you to ponder as you read your morning rounds. I am experiencing so coffee ground crappy beverage. Tamp that shit down. Don't let is go over the side. Don't make me dump the whole pot. Damn it man!
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