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From the child's full hands
I receive each grain of rice,
One by one.
There is nothing else I can do;
I walk on and on
The distant snow-covered mountains -
Completely cut off from the world of men.
The rain-filled bucket
Brimming with beautiful water.
The brightness of the snow
Fills the house with calm.
Scooping up the water,
Lifting it towards the moon,
Full of light.
Whenever Santoka attempted to settle down, he was unable to do so for more than a few months. He wrote: "Too much contact with people brings conflict, hatred, and attachment. To rid myself of inner conflicts and hatred I must walk."
Nigoreru mizu no nagaretsutsu sumu
As muddy water flows
It becomes clear.