It is as free and unrestrained as the white brocade of moving clouds, and as heavy as the ink falling on the glaze book.
There are no flowers in the mountains, so how can they stand alone?
Can you see me?
In the depths of the clouds, between the nine heavens and the earth, I am your eyes.
I will bear the punishment of heaven and earth, and I will open the eyes of the sky.
Conception: