I was born in a deep mountain valley, rooted in the crevices of cliffs. For thousands of years, we have listened to the wind blowing through the forest, watched the moon rise and set, absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and been nourished by rain and dew. At first it was just a green bamboo, swaying gently in the wind, keeping company with the grass. But the years are like a knife, carving out annual rings and also carving out spiritual consciousness in my heart.
