Addressed to a Monk Who Burned Books

Under a tree, on top of a boulder, in a little rush hut,
poetry, prose, the commentaries, and digests all dwell together.
If you want to burn the old manuscripts in your bag,
you must first forget the books in your belly.
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Ikkyu Sojun
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