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36 pages, ebook
Published January 1, 2010
'So did I hear it spoken,' the sutra began. It was the august temple, and the chanting voice borne on the soft pine breeze should have cleaned the dust from one's heart.
Smoke rose from the roasting fish in the kitchen, and diapers had on occasion been seen drying on the tombstones. Nothing one could point to as violating the discipline, indeed, and yet those who would make of the clergy so many sticks of wood might have found here signs of a turn too fleshy. The body of the reverend priest had filled out with his fortune. His stomach was a thing of beauty. And where could one find words to praise the luster of his complexion? Not the pale pink of the cherry blossom, nor yet the deeper pink of the peach. A fine coppery glow from the top of his shaven head down over his face to his neck, never a spot to mar it. When he raised his thick eyebrows, somewhat grizzled now, and broke into that laugh of his, one was a little uneasy lest Buddha in the main hall start up in surprise and tumble from his stand.