Updated: Nov 7
A cloud never dies.
A cloud is becoming the dew.
The compassionate dewdrops fall into the lake.
The lake is becoming a Bodhisattva.
The lake is calling me in the morning:
May you open your heart to me.
May I cultivate the peace in you.
The sun is rising among the bushes.
The sunshine is waking up the trees.
A bird is cheerfully singing to the tree:
May you be a sweet home for me.
May I bring the joyfulness to you.