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By Noam Backner

Vipassanā Vespers

With back withered, search / where is Lake Biwa / the crow's cry.

Vipassanā Vespers

With back withered, search Where is Lake Biwa? The crow's cry.

Limbs may waste away, yet The ox returns home To wash the dishes.

Sitting steady as a mountain Everything moves, inside and out Cherry blossoms.

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