Staying at Bamboo Lodge An evening sitting underThe eaves of the pines;At night sleeping in Bamboo Lodge;The sky so clear you’dSay it was due to wineMeditation so deep,Thought I’d gone home to the hillsBut Clever can’t beat StupidAnd Quick won’t matchQuiet Untoiling-ness!You just can’t pave the WayThat’s it, the Gate of Mystery!
Staying at Bamboo Lodge
An evening sitting underThe eaves of the pines;At night sleeping in Bamboo Lodge;The sky so clear you’dSay it was due to wineMeditation so deep,Thought I’d gone home to the hillsBut Clever can’t beat StupidAnd Quick won’t matchQuiet Untoiling-ness!You just can’t pave the WayThat’s it, the Gate of Mystery!
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