Thursday, June 29, 2006

Ogata Kenzan wrote:

Ogata Kenzan wrote this poem centuries ago:
Those who seek fame and profitLittle know the peace of the hills.Morning and evening the clear air blows,Between heaven and earth my life exists.My lungs expand, my body functions at ease.If I think of other places, nowhere attracts.If I think of this place, nowhere distracts.The moon waxes full, the pure winds blow.

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