On a solitary rock
At the point where the three great waters met
A strange man was seen
Clad in ochre robes
Eyes closed and legs crossed, there he was
In deep thought
About the past
And the future
The giant waves started
From the middle of the sea
And came dancing to the shore
They kept pounding on the rocks
Hour after hour
And have been doing so
Since time eternal
And shall keep going on
Long after this body is gone
The sun has risen
It gives its warmth
On its turn
Each drop of water
Shallrise to the sky
And becomes a part
Of the silver clouds
Only to come back as rain
To its origin
The Monk got up
And went on his way.
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