Though I think not To think about it,
I do think about it
And shed tears Thinking about it.
Ryokan
Good and evil have no self nature;
Holy and unholy are empty names;
In front of the door is the land of stillness and quiet;
Spring comes, grass grows by itself
Not Me
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