To the one, who taught me how to read the poem. I will start now. Listen, please.
Since I understood the unborn
I have had no reason for joy or sorrow
When honoured or disgraced.
I have entered the silence and beauty of the mountains;
In a deep valley beneath high cliffs
I sit beneath the tall pines.
Meditating in my rustic cottage
I have peace, solitude and true comfort. Yoka Daishi
To the one, who taught me how to read the poem
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