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and I couldn’t keep going.
    So here I stay, under this cinnamon tree,
    white clouds for my pillow,
    I’ll just take a nap.

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    VII
    I sit beneath the cliff, quiet and alone.
    Round moon in the middle of the sky’s a bird ablaze:
    all things are seen mere shadows in its brilliance,
    that single wheel of perfect light . . .
    Alone, its spirit naturally comes clear.
    Swallowed in emptiness in this cave of darkest mystery,
    because of the finger pointing, I saw the moon.
    That moon became the pivot of my heart.
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