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| Gama Sennin | |
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| Thirty-five years | |
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| Drink a cup of loneliness | |
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| Thirty-five miles to a traffic light | |
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| In the tradition | |
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| Up here | |
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| Directions | |
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| Irrelevant and useless | |
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| Weather report | |
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| Smoke and ash | |
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| Inward | |
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| Judevine Mountain built a house | |
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| Perched in these green mountains | |
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| I've got my father's ashes on my desk | |
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| The first, the greatest, the best | |
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| All this striving to succeed will make you a failure for sure | |
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| What is ambition compared to death? | |
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| Kim Ku-yong says | |
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| All this ego | |
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| A dream | |
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| Gandhi said once | |
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| November again again | |
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| Just now | |
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| End of November | |
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| Winter is the best time | |
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| The mind no-mind brought to mind | |
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| Yang Wan-li says | |
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| Same old thing | |
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| Straight like iron | |
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| The emperor | |
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| Easy as pie | |
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| The warrior's question | |
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| If a Bodhisattva | |
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| February 13, 2003 | |
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| It's different now | |
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| Reading Olav Hauge in the dead of winter | |
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| Two views of the same place | |
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| Leaving home | |
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| The woodcutter | |
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| What would I do without her? or, the hypocrite tells the truth for once | |
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| Another winter night | |
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| Thirty-five years alone | |
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| Well, most of the time anyway | |
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| Wild monk or? | |
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| What is going on here? | |
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| Do something with your body | |
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| Dialogue | |
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| The mountain recluse asks himself a question | |
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| The beautiful people | |
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| Again just now | |
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| He grieves | |
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| The world left behind | |
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| Ugly Americans | |
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| The rich are never satisfied | |
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| Here and there : a sunny day, April 2003 | |
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| Sympathy for the poor | |
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| April 3, 2003 | |
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| Love song | |
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| Another spring | |
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| Birth and death in the dooryard | |
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| In the year in which I was fifty-seven | |
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| Written while riding the Q train across Manhattan Bridge into Chinatown in a city I once called home; or, self-pity in the city | |
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| Look at her now | |
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| Now look at me | |
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| Going home | |
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| Judevine Mountain's siren song : upon returning home from the city | |
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| What it takes | |
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| Summer's here | |
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| Don't speak in the abstract | |
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| Praise for ambition and lust | |
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| After a painting by Tu Chin called The scholar Fu Sheng in a garden | |
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| With Hui-neng | |
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| The old tree | |
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| The way is like language | |
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| No escape | |
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| Litany for the emperor | |
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| Where I went to school | |
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| The evolution of Soph | |
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| When Han Shan was twenty-nine | |
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| Questions | |
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| My father is with me | |
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| The circle is unbroken | |
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| Ryokan says | |
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| Lies | |
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| Walking meditation | |
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| Glad to be who they are | |
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| My father | |
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| Like smoke from our campfire | |
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| Too busy | |
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| The busy man speaks | |
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| Poem with a quotation from Mr. Lin | |
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| Of two minds | |
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| Green Mountain woodchuck landscape haiku | |
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| Right now | |
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| Often I think I'd rather | |
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| The end of August | |
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| After looking at an anonymous Sung-dynasty painting called Lake retreat among willow trees | |
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| A little story about an ancient Chinese emperor | |
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| Yellow leaves - red leaves | |
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| October day - October night | |
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| The lazy bees | |
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| No poems | |
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| This shining moment in the now | |
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| My old and well-known lover | |
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| A nameless ghost | |
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| All ye who are doubtful and confused | |
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| Carnal vision | |
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| A question | |
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| That rebellious streak always did him in | |
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| A cave on Judevine Mountain | |
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| Learning patience | |
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| The woodcutter changes his mind | |
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| What good is this? | |
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| It's now or never | |
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| Unnamed in the records of immortals | |
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| My house | |
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| Making a poem by quoting Issa | |
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| What we need | |
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| What have I got to complain about? | |
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| Different names, the same person | |
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| Winter : tonight : sunset | |
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| On the other side of anger | |
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| South China tiger, Green Mountain catamount | |
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| Tomorrow | |