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23 March 2011

Taipei and great perfection

A few months ago, a friend showed me some of his Taipei. Later, I wrote a poem which begins, 'We walk past maybe three hundred advertisements, eighty cars and one hundred scooters, everything alive. A few doors after the coffee roaster comes the temple, on the second floor.' There, we met a man who blesses us with rice and says, 'before we are generous, we must be calm. And ask ourselves if we are able, willing. He says be kind and joyful with another. Maybe we can reach great perfection.'
Photo: A city view, Taipei
Text: Excerpts of the poem, Temple in the City

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