Pastoral songs and smoke. text postcard green island at this moment

Our soul is composed of everything we have experienced. All experiences will leave something in our lives, and then accumulate in our soul. What becomes increasingly rich with the encounters in the life journey is our soul; it is us. of roots. Therefore, even if we are in a city we have arrived for the first time, or a wilderness we have never set foot on, or a mountain we have never climbed, perhaps what we are pursuing, seeing, and being moved deep in our hearts are the same. things. You stand in the endless wilderness, and the same song sounds in the wind. The grassland in front of your eyes is no different from the grassland in the distance. Climbing this mountain and the mountain you have never reached are actually just for climbing. The same mountain in my heart; and this sky and that sky will be connected again in the distance. All the travels we have taken in our lives; all the sights we have seen in our lives; always bring us back to the same place. They are all the same island, the same grassland, the same mountain top, and the same hut with flickering lights. Opening the door, a desk that had been lit for a long time stood quietly; a self, still a child, was sleeping peacefully with a slight smile on his face. "At This Moment" A hilltop full of flowers in June Looking at the rain waterfall falling in the valley from a distance The picture is beautiful But lonely like a young soul light dimly Look around All deep and far A solitary pilgrimage One after another There's always so much to say Where you want to go finally identified Every journey in life In fact, they are all longing for same things now i'm here Wasted years Finally no longer ask myself Why I will come here But stand still Sit down And in the clouds and mist Make a pot of tea Just ask yourself at this moment Are you there? here /