A monk who had studied under the Zen master Kassan for a period of time. Then he left him to go to many other places for more Zen enquiry. However, he could not find any place that fitted him. Furthermore, at any place visited,...
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Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm.
Whoever hears this melody will join me.
Comment: This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated. I sing the song of the village woodsman, and play the tunes of the children. Astride the bull, I observe the clouds above. Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me back.