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Gatha by the Boatman Monk
A poem by the 9th-century Zen Master Decheng, translated by Mary M.Y. Fung and David Lunde

A thousand-foot fishing line hangs straight down.
One wave moves, ten thousand follow.
The night is still, the water cold, the bait untouched.
The empty boat carries home a full load of moonlight.
[Image: Hattachi #346, Tokihoro Sato, 2000, gelatin-silver print ©Tokihoro Sato, courtesy of the Leslie Tonkonow Gallery, New York]
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