Buddha’s Satori For six years sitting aloneStill as a snakeIn a stalk of bambooWith no family but the iceOn the snow mountain;One night, seeing the empty skyFly into pieces, he shookThe morning star awakeAnd kept it in his eyes.
Buddha’s Satori
For six years sitting aloneStill as a snakeIn a stalk of bambooWith no family but the iceOn the snow mountain;One night, seeing the empty skyFly into pieces, he shookThe morning star awakeAnd kept it in his eyes.
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