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Nature is a temple, where living pillars, From time to time speak vague voice. People pass through the forest of symbols, The forest looks at the pedestrian with kind eyes. The long echoes from afar converge For a chaotic and profound unity, Like the boundless night with boundless light, Fragrances, colors, and sounds echo each other. Some are as fresh and fragrant as a child's skin, Soft as an oboe, green as a meadow, ——and others are corrupt, rich, and contain all things, Floating and flying like something infinite, as amber, musk, benzoin, and frankincense, Singing the ecstasy of spirit and feeling.