The Flowers Blooming on the Street Come Back Late

At that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but just to wait for your arrival; That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting; That month, I shook all the sutra tubes, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips; That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth; In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way; At that moment, I felt like a fairy. I didn't seek immortality, I just wanted to protect your peaceful smile. ——Tsangyang Gyatso A belonging that passes through several lives, a spiritual union...