Friday Poem (0516)

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Ox Transcended

Whip, rope, self, ox - no traces left.
Thoughts cannot penetrate the vast blue sky,
Snowflakes cannot survive a red-hot stove.
Arriving here, meet the ancient teachers.

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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