Chapter 14 【Yuantong Temple】

【Yuantong Temple】 Great, look at me through this mirror There is no reflection of Narcissus Wanting to spend is no longer sticky If the bhikkhuni buckle up the bronze bell Listen to some years slipping off the moss round head The top of the tower is the cloud of India, and the top of the tower is the mother The ancient gray box can see my umbilical cord contact everything ever mother is here mother is not here Shakya is here, Shakya is not here Sakyamuni is hiding on the back of the stele Buddha in Tang Dynasty Buddha in Dunhuang Novo sat under the Sal tree before the cradle after the lid

But the lion does not roar, the bell does not ring, and the Buddha does not speak Daughter's cries under hundreds of levels Call me back to the rest of my life