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These rippling feelings are my feelings.This living body is my body.All are mine.And yet all are made by others besides me.Appearing as dots or lines to discerning eyes.But as an undulating...

Because there is a front, there is a backA left, because there is a rightAnd a summit because there is a baseThere cannot be one without the otherBoth are needed...

Why are we born small and helpless Why do we have a body that with time, matures and then ages Why is the heart connected with the body as long...

In the grand, unceasing current. I am one moment’s tiny ripple on the surface Appearing only to disappear. Disappearing only to reappear. The one proceeds from all. And all proceed...

Softly gathered, softly whispering Under fallen leaves In the shadow of a decaying logFallen acornsGathering together without shapeConversing without voices The life of the forest

At the edge of the selfUchi and soto An ambiguous boundary Gently covered Quietly connected

The end is the beginningThe beginning is the end Unceasing