Calligraphy
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NOTHING composed by Lin, Zhong Ming
People play games out of nothing Life is like a plate of sand There is nothing indeed Why not just sit and watch
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PEACE composed by Lin, Zhong Ming
Hands play with the six-strings instrument Eyes are seeing off the flying birds Vines are hanging down from the trees The fish in the pond are drunken and red |
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EMPTY BAG unknown monk
I have an empty bag Nothing I have to worry Open it up widely I feel at ease
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Different waiting, same expectation Sometimes we do know what we are waiting for There are times we do not. When it comes, it may be what we want It may be what we wish not to get But During the process of waiting We don't know the answer So we wait, continually, with whole heart Because wait is the only way to get answer Hope one day What we wish will come.
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