This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket --
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
At night, it serves me soup or rice.
Cracked, worn, weather-beaten, and misshapen
But still of noble stock!
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nearly a year later and still I love this poem. I'm only sorry others haven't found in it what I have.
It teaches us to look past first impressions and to look deeper to see what treasure we can find.
So profound.
Von -
this might be said of a lot of people I've met over the years. A little rough on the outside but smooth as silk on the inside.
Von
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