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VI. Riding the Bull
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsation harmony, I direct the endless rhythm.
Whoever hears this melody will join me.
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Comment:
This struggle is over; gain and loss are assimilated.
I sing the song of the village woodsman, and play the tunes of the children.
Astride the bull, I observe the clouds above.
Onward I go, no matter who may wish to call me back.
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~ Kakuan
from 10 BULLS
Transcribed by. Nyogen Senzaki and Paul Reps
Illustrated by Tomikichiro Tokuriki
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