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Perceiving the Bull

I hear the song of the nightingale.

The sun is warm, the wind is mild, willows
are green along the shore,

Here no bull can hide!

What artist can draw that massive head,
those majestic horns?

Part 3 of 10 Bulls by Kakuan
Transcribed by Nyogen Senzaki and Paul Reps
From Zen Flesh, Zen Bones