no recollection, no knowledge;
we must become what we were
before we were born.
rain, hail, snow and ice
are divided from one another;
but after they fall,
they are the same water
of the stream in the valley.
should you seek
the way of the buddha
all night long,
searching, you will enter
into your own mind.
when they ask you,
"where is your country?
what is your native place?" answer,
"i am a man
of original inactivity."
the figure of the real man
standing there --
just a glimpse of him,
and we are in love.
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