How far from birth to death, between breath; How far from confusion to enlightenment, between one thought; How far from love to hate, between impermanence; How far from ancient times to the present, between talking and laughing; How far from you to me, between kindness; How far from heart to heart, between heaven and earth; When the joyful place turns into a deserted platform, when new joy laughs at old love, when memories fall into the dust, when everything is an unattainable blank, life is so impermanent.
The tighter your fist is, the more tired you will be. Let go and relax, and you will feel more relaxed. If your master loves you, that's all he hopes.
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