Let go of emptiness and come back to the brambly forest.
Riding backward on the ox, drunken and singing;
Who could dislike the misty rain pattering on your bamboo raincoat and
hat?
In empty space you cannot stick a needle.
Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091-1157)
(Trans. By Taigen Dan Leighton and Yi Wu)
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