Sitting straight up on the warm rocks, saying nothing
We gazed at that dragonfly, a string of smoke rising from Twocat mountain
The mind slows to a stop when tired
No need to chant, no need to sit in meditation.
(WATERWAY)
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Our body is like lighting, there one moment, then gone.
Like the luxuriant foliage of spring, which turns yellow in the fall.
Contemplating the law of prosperity and decline, one has no fear
Decline and prosperity lasts the length of time a dew drop clings to the tip of the grass. (NGUYEN VAN HANH)