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AS SKYLARKS HUNT FOR THEIR PREY
As skylarks hunt for their prey,
I am captured by their stillness.
I experience neither thirst nor hunger,
But skylarks captivate my memory.
Whistling arrows on the battlefield remind me of my general's bravery:
Should I run away or should I stay?
Buddhism neither tells me the false nor the true:
It allows me to discover myself.
Shakyamuni was so silent:
Should I complain against him?
31 December 1981
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