| Blue Rapids |
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| Fierce Heat: On the Zen Room of Master Heng-Chi |
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| A Little stream used to cross my land |
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| Even in the roaring torrent |
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| How I think of it! |
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| If a seed is there / the pine will sprout |
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| No promises—yet I wait |
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| If I'd known / it was old age calling |
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| The Great net |
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| If love could be bought |
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