No one can stay with another person forever. No matter how long we gather, the end is always separation, whether through life or death, teaching us the essence of existence.
Time is like shifting sand, pulling my tipsy self into a vortex. Circles upon circles, patterns within patterns, then I wake up to a sudden realization.
Through endless cycles and gathering shadows, I drift in intoxication until the dream fades, leaving a sensation as cold as water.
The night sky through eyes of rain is tipsy; the falling rain in eyes of night is chilly.
In pursuit of happiness, we make many promises. Yet, when we act, we find some were mere hollow lies. But upon reflection, it is these kind lies that keep our hope and faith in happiness alive. Promises are not everything; even if they fade, all things will eventually find their destined place.
If you give up the right to possess out of fear of loss, life loses its meaning. Do not depend too heavily on anyone; even a shadow leaves you in the dark.
The first youth is a gift from God; the second youth is earned through one's own efforts.
When pursuing what you love most in life, never accept "no" as the final answer.
Spiritual practice is a gradual process requiring patience and a heart of kindness. Many mistake it as something only for monks, but it is reflected in our daily lives as a form of self-cultivation. "Cultivation" is refining one's character, while "Conduct" is rectifying one's behavior.