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A Poem by Sekiso
In these mountain villages and harbor towns I'm happy to have found good company a crowd of fishermen in and out of my hut the whole time Since I have never held out the least thing by way of bait I've managed not to betray the fish who have approached (via textsave | The easy way to save text online!)
Stop all your hankerings; let the mildew grow on your lips; make yourself like unto a perfect piece of immaculate silk; let your one thought be eternity; let yourself be like dead ashes, cold and lifeless; again let yourself be like an old censer in a deserted village shrine!
sekiso (shih-shuang)