Since time immemorial, the restless have lifted their gaze to the moon. Within the moon lies the teacher; onl…
Since time immemorial, the restless have lifted their gaze to the moon.
Within the moon lies the teacher; only by facing it can one truly see oneself.
So I became a mirror—and only when the mirror shattered did I realize the moon's light was brighter than I ever knew.
Now I have become the moon, rising through skies, bathed in clear, gentle radiance—unshaken by roaring snows or howling winds.
I don't chase the rushing river of time. Wherever the moon graces a thousand streams, there I am—shining together with all living things.