That day
I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
Suddenly I heard you chanting the mantra
that month
I shake all the prayer wheels, not for salvation
Just to touch your fingertips
that year
He kowtows and prostrates himself on the mountain road, not wanting to be seen.
Just to stay close to your warmth
that life
Going around mountains, rivers, and pagodas is not for the purpose of cultivating the afterlife.
Just to meet you on the way
that moment
I raise the wind horse, not to beg for blessings
Just waiting for your arrival
that day
Building piles of Manis is not for the purpose of cultivating virtue
Just to cast the stones in your heart lake
that night
Listening to Sanskrit singing for a night is not for the sake of enlightenment
Just looking for a trace of your breath
that moment
I will fly and become an immortal, not for immortality
Just to wish you peace and happiness
That day, that month, that year, that life...
But, just that night
I forgot everything
Give up faith, give up reincarnation
Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha
Has long lost its luster
——Tsangyang Gyatso
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