From the kitchen of mild odours
Each monk has his own set of eating bowls
into each bowl to drink the rinse, so as not to waste
sacrificed, the time and energy expended.
In the kitchen garlic and onions,
Every leaf is heavy here with rain
Stone lanterns are quenched by the hood of moss . . .
— Stay long enough and the seasons will create
Under a monk’s calm instruction
for God, my ancestors and me.
— Things are lost because of my English,
Because of my Japanese and my English.
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