Unable to sit upon that lotus, budda-like, quietly
I'm human, my place is upon this dusty yellow earth
Every droplet of emotion that I desire
Bliss or sorrow, no matter
If it is marked as my fate, I shall shoulder, willingly
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Even though I know someday, they will all vanquish into the air
With all my heart, I still collect these
beautifully entangled memories, which says, I have lived, once.
Brilliantly.
--Mu Rong Xi, Taiwan |
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Further along hwy 236, quietly stood Big Basin Redwoods State Park. We took a stroll among the beautiful redwood giants. |
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