Northern Journey

At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival; That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard your mantra of chanting sutras; That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, 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 stay close to your warmth; In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way. That day, I shaved my head and headed north to look for the lost heart of my previous life.