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Living Our True Nature _____________________________________________________
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Riding the Bull Home
« 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. »
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.
Chan master
Kakuan