At sunset, I lie down for a nap... the mountains seem to tumble onto my pillow. Green mosses are reflected in the water; winds from the rice fields blow through the window. I enjoy myself here, arranging rocks and flowers in the garden, writing out spells to keep away crows and bugs. My drinking companions are mostly Buddhist monks: even when we're drunk, we talk about the void. |
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