The roaring waterfall is the Buddha’s golden mouth. The mountains in the distance are his pure luminous body. How many thousands of poems have flowed through me tonight! And tomorrow I won’t be able to repeat even one word.
The roaring waterfall is the Buddha’s golden mouth. The mountains in the distance are his pure luminous body. How many thousands of poems have flowed through me tonight! And tomorrow I won’t be able to repeat even one word.