Of a hut in the fields the elder,
I'm the poorest man on earth!
Inside the house there's not one thing;
When I open my mouth it says "empty, empty.
In the past I had bad friends—
I saved them all, made them priests;
Sitting together in harmony,
I always have them hear of the Mahayana.
At mealtimes carrying bowls for them,
I serve them one and all.
Layman Pang
Submitted June 30, 2017 at 08:46AM by KeyserSozen http://ift.tt/2tsbdQu
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