Picking

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picking
the nameless flower
I offer it to buddha

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Fabrizio Frosini 08 June 2016

'' tsunde kite na wa shiranu hana o Mihotoke ni '' '' picking the nameless flower, / I offer it to Buddha ''

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Fabrizio Frosini 05 June 2016

as a beggar, Santoka described one of his favorite places like this: ''The food is very cheap here, the salvation of this old hobo. Raw fish is five sen a plate, tempura five sen, yudoofu two sen. Even a drunkard like me can become a Buddha in this very body for thirty sen.''

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