Stream was always there,
So I dipped my tea kettle
Too much, poured some back
One who saw said, “look!
He pours river from kettle!”
Thus legends are made.
Ways not known to me
Appear beneath my Nikes
Synchronicity
What led me here now
I shall follow in future
Ways remain unknown
As temple bell rings
Flock of sparrows leaves its tree
Will they all return?
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