Time is ahead. After reading the ticking sound of the second hand, I fell into a dream of flowers and rain. A cup of warm thoughts was struck by a match, which also marked my promise, a mature lotus.
Butterflies flew from the corner of her eyes. She took advantage of the moonlight and the peach blossoms in her mouth when she was out, and invited the Buddha's words into the depths of her soul to rush for a period of time and a dark and fragrant chapter in her life.
Silence becomes like a mural, washing the past again and again, washing away the prosperity, loneliness and complaints in the body, letting tranquility and indifference accompany it, and reaching the other side of the world.
In the green of summer, listen to the world from a deep, clear and far-sighted perspective. After drinking a pot of ancient music, sit alone among the fireflies, wait quietly, and look at the world quietly.
Standing for a long time and saying a word, my heart will be covered with leaves. Moonlight closed her eyes and meditated, put her hands together, and made a wish, hoping that people who are alone in a foreign land would remember the thoughts of a lotus.
The shadow walking on the street cannot imitate his breath. A life that supports each other cannot be dismantled. Everyone has his or her own place and attitude.
The lotus in the mirror cannot go in or out. The clear sky, words or mood fall into a sober sleep. Every drop of water is life, coming from humility and returning to compassion.
The reality that is sprinkled on the forehead like petals has its own imagination. The only silence left in the body helps the soul to a safe shore, to a blooming lotus, and becomes complete nothingness.
