You spend three decades telling
how you've given up self, advising
people to embrace the dharma,
and then you are there, standing
before the grave of an exiled
emperor you might have shared
a bed with when still carrying
a sword, and you are writing poems
to him, mourning him. How much
self have you really given up, monk?
14.08.2024
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