Once I was born, now I die.

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Once I was born, now I die
A thousand towns and miles later
Homes too many to count.
They no longer mean anything.
Now, it is the moon over the water
That matters
A flower, the sky
A fleeting moment of enlightenment.
- Gizan Zenrai, Zen monk, wrote this poem just before he died in 1878. Heron Dance translation.

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