The wind blows from the mountains of my hometown.


With the scent of wild grass
Gently brushing past my face, it stirs my hair.

I meditate on the mountaintop.
The sunset tilts slowly.
The glow spreads like a dream yet to awaken.

Is the night about to fall?
Time does not speak.
Just gently faded.
Like a fallen leaf
Return silently in the wind

The tranquility of the mountains is in the breath.
The state of Zen is between light and shadow.
Feelings——
Everything has been here.
will eventually leave too
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