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Riding the Bull Home

Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward.
The voice of my flute intones through the evening.
Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony,
I direct the endless rhythm.
Whoever hears this melody will join me. 

Part 6 of 10 Bulls by Kakuan
Transcribed by Nyogen Senzaki and Paul Reps
From Zen Flesh, Zen Bones

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