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When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
True
Serve
Become
Mountain
Serene
Anything
Moved
Lake
May
Pure
Ripe
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Wind
Lakes
Consciousness
Medium
Clear
Mediums
Water
Realization

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