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Meditation
The stream hides itself
In the grasses
Of departing autumn.
Leaves falling,
Lie on one another,
The rain beats on the rain.
A trout leaps
Clouds are moving
In the bed of the stream.
The fallen flower
Returning to the branch ?
It was a butterfly.
The wind brings
Fallen leaves enough
To make a fire.
Haiku poems collected by Alan Watts and extracted from "The Way of Zen".
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