Phenomena interpenetrate
At will, freely;
The hand holds a pig’s head,
The mouth recites precepts of purity.
Chased out of a brothel,
Yet to pay the bill for wine,
At a crossroads
One opens a cloth bag
Master Zhenjing
Reposting, whole poem was here month ago, but somewhat resonates with my work Monday after weekend :)) I have feel this Zhenjing knew something about hangover...
Submitted August 24, 2020 at 03:49PM by OnePoint11 https://ift.tt/2CSm11a
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