Stand quietly. The wind was blowing, only slightly, softly like the water of a creek, without scars and emotions .
Leaning alone, away from the hustle and bustle, without that kind of irritability, I just stood, quietly, dull. Because people need a quiet, quiet like a cloud sinking in their hearts, just move slowly without any sound.
Perhaps inexplicably dazed, unknowingly, looking up at the clouds in the sky.
It seems that I haven't touched the cloud for a long time. Looking at it, my pupils are like a pool of lake water, clear and smart. Maybe this is the nature of the cloud, or maybe I have been too surprised that I haven't noticed it for years!
This smart, unprecedented, thin, like a thin willow branch, lifted up, feeling a touch of skin. Like this wind, it smoothes my heart.
The clouds on that day seemed bright under the setting sun. Secretly, it went out with a magnificent light. Beauty is charming and beautiful. Perhaps this is the cloud, only in the setting sun, which shows its richness and beauty.
The clouds are closing, like Guan Yin's hand, slowly closing, there is a kind of Buddha's spirituality, full of harmony and full of tranquility. Cloud, that's it. Silently, gathered together.
If the wind, gently overflow the heart wall.
The cloud has the characteristics of the wind, and the wind enjoys the sensitivity of the cloud. What is given to people is a kind of commonality, a gorgeousness born from the bottom of the heart, without any interpretation. What is needed is the quietness from the heart, the stillness like the water, the spirit without moving.
Time flies, is this wind, or this cloud, which swept away people's past, leaving only fragments of memory, incomplete and cannot be assembled. The heart began to become blank and became like the shadow of the wind.
Standing, looking, breathing, the clouds are slowly moving, and I am with you.
People are always wandering and wandering like clouds, even if the feeling of the soul never ends. Since then, people have lost their sense of direction. Like the cloud, after leaving, all that remains is blank.
The wind is harmonious and the clouds are melodious.
People, in fact, is a cloud, floating in a melodious manner, but leaving a blank.
The cloud is always moving.
Mo, wind, gathered.