Whenever I come to the point where I think that there is not enough time, and whenever I meet people who claim the same, I think of Master Ryokans wonderful words:
Ich ging hin, um Reis zu erbetteln.
Aber der blühende Buschklee
zwischen den Steinen
ließ mich den Grund vergessen.
I went there, to beg for rice.
But the blossoming bush clover
between the rocks
made me forget the reason.
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