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(?�?366) To shake off the Dust of human ambition I sit on moss in Zen robes of stillness, While through the window, In the setting sun Of late autumn, Falling leaves whirl And drop to the stone dais.
- Tesshu Tokusai (?�?366) | | | | | | | | | | |
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