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“Clouds Adrift.” A bowl of rice, a thousand homes Alone, one travels thousands of miles afar Blue eyes watching the world White clouds inquiring the way. “Words of A River.” From emptiness I flow forth To nothingness I return Demise and rebirth In each fragile breath Join me, O Sage! Drifting through an unfamiliar capital Spring dons the mantle of Eternal Truth And the music of True Self is played Sandalwood scent wafts through summer mountain Where the wind of True Teaching arrives Autumn sets in with melancholy True Teaching and Eternal Reality The capital retains its magnificent reflection The bell of True Light silently chimes The Soul in winter blossoms As the majestic Self returns Join me, O Sage!Drifting through unknown mountains To fathom the boundless vastness To grasp the Truth of eternity Then return to Oneness And embrace life and death In each split second Saying words of farewell Farewell even to my small self From emptiness I flow forth To nothingness I return Demise and rebirth In each fragile breath Only to be reunited In the limitless Universe Only to be reunited In the limitless Universe…
