(A poem of natural
wisdom)
Truth is an illusion, illusion is truth
Hundreds
of rivers own one moon
I am not I, I am I
The
shadow leaves a print, body is shadow
When does fate create such an image?
Truth
is written everywhere; dusts, they turn
Hundreds and thousands of real image
are merely empty illusions
Might as well be the reflection in a
mirrorr
By Shanlin-Tzu
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