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As I walked along the path I saw something with four fingers and one thumb, but it was not flesh, fish, bone or fowl.
Not born, but from a Mother's body drawn. I hang until half of me is gone. I sleep in a cave until I grow old. Then valued for my hardened gold.
Just head and foot yet never tires of dancing.
What goes up but never comes down?
Late afternoons I often bathe. I'll soak in water piping hot. My essence goes through. My see through clothes. Used up am I - I've gone to pot.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?