#Story# #Sleepwalking # #Awareness#
There is no solution to the right view
You point to my hand, this soon-to-be-vanished fleshy bone
I pointed to the strings, which are always fading art
There is no yesterday, yesterday is a method
There is no coming day, the coming day is a thought
Let me grow into, the distance is illusory, there is only one river channel
At this moment, every answer you have, it is difficult to resist the colorless lotus
Only the colorless lotus is confirmed
This is the most beautiful master of silence
Please get out of the throne to cut black and white, mixed body
The critical right and wrong belong only to this day and now
The winder dissolves himself and turns into a phoenix
Burn incense and break the law of the day
The water in the pool was green, dirty, and poured into the soil
The next day, the new water was pouring in, and the long hair was sniffed between the scrubbing rooms
You distinguish my face, this already wrinkled flesh
I distinguish the temperature, which is always hanging from you
Every dwelling is a homeland and a misguided path
Every morning I am behind you
Silent, dreamless
No touch, but insight all
So I lived with you, and lived for a long time
Until the colorless lotus flower disturbs your and my body
Follow the still water
