That moving has been for a long time.
Like a Buddha
like sand
As if I saw it
Seems to be touching
So moved
Again and again...
The spin of words is silent, stop and go
That silent heartbeat
The footsteps stop each time
The smile that suddenly fell to the heart
The still intoxication
The question of the rock of the soul
The finger that makes the heartstring
The jade bead that was slammed and filled with hearts
Heart fire, can’t hold back anymore
If the seed can’t make Buddha
If it is not ashes, it will be buried again.
Someone asked the Buddha: [What happened there? 】
Buddha: [The flame has disappeared. 】
The other party asked again: [And then? 】
Buddha: [When the flames also disappear, you won’t ask where it is going. Where is it now? It disappeared, that’s it. 】