Moon Without Language
The moon doesn't just shine
Burns the darkness of the night
Fire burns in the eyes
Flowers bloom in the flesh of fire
In the midst of emptiness brings infinite fullness
Build the construction.
Even if everyone disappoints, the moon does not
The emotion of the first letter is in his skandha
Breakfast radiates love
Like the unspoken eye language of a girl Waiting at an open window with a tower in her hair
Or like a long-enveloped rose petal
Lover's hands will be dyed
Or as unknown letters on the pages of the heart.
I touched the body of the naked moon Touched day after day
I saw the mystery of the fingers of the ancient scholars
Shaking, shaking my life line
There is a river of voices in fear
Saw delirium delusion smell of cinnamon From start to finish.