Bamboo
The meditator in the stone cracks
Is tall and calm
With a tough heart
Poking the azure sky
Step by step,
Persevering
In the growth without boundries.
It has other wonders, too.
The little bamboo sprouts can be made to nice dishes,
Promoting the appetite
Smoothing the skin.
Power comes from nature
Then returns to nature.
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