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The Zen master told me to look at a tree,
So I stared at one for seven odd months,
Upon my return, I could not discern,
The teachings that I thought I could touch,
So I announced to my master,
That it was a disaster,
And I simply did not learn very much,
But my master of Zen took no offense,
And proceeded to paint with his brush,
So feeling dejected, I finally defected,
About all my time wasted and such,
To which he did counter a gentle bit louder,
The difference between trees and a brush.

 

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