love it..merle Sheng Yen's poem is translated below:
Busy with nothing, growing old. Within emptiness, weeping, laughing. Intrinsically, there is no "I". Life and death, thus cast aside. --Joe
love it..merle Sheng Yen's poem is translated below:
Busy with nothing, growing old. Within emptiness, weeping, laughing. Intrinsically, there is no "I". Life and death, thus cast aside. --Joe