Take off the Bodhi

edge of the end of fragrant cup of tea silent Where
favorite aromatic Lime flowers deep
Going
shall, glittering falling. . . .

flowers and the world, a Bodhi leaf
sentient flowers, brilliant leaves,
sensation, triumphantly Sasa
drawn to earth by water diffuse
play dance light air, drink the Red Do this throughout

Yan Flying
light rain, falling one independent
Whispering Bodhi
like the flowers of the season and enjoy the beauty of narcissistic
like, in the extreme din
alone, alone, quiet smile
Whispering is regrettable, the United States falling

subtle, sophisticated, a touch of floral, light fragrance.
This is a Buddha on the falling and the world?
Huazipiaoling gravity conditions A troubled
consider two
what is it?
this not a thing, but covered with dust contaminated!
Looking back at it in only one
Ningzhu the clouds
perhaps, since the free, nor destroy
can be turned into all this, or Buddha
well, he gets arrested people had to cycle What the Buddha is also fond of
Otherwise, how can play off
Buddha determined to what, but the scores should be dressed in a normal hit,
nonetheless Buddha distant, green lamp lights easy to magic,
to the world, away Xinyuan,
Red thousand, to save me and Oliver

hand and the shuttle from dream
occasionally freeze
think Kushou the said sub- Qingyuan burning study on three lonely snow

well-being of life With the flowers are falling
Many years ago, someone once said

where there have been a distant dream Creek
flowing well
full bloom with joy
longing dream Creek
retired life wandering dreamer
and I wake up Zhang palm leaves empty
poignant

once athletic,
bowl Mengpo Tang,
life and death so be it. May I
afterlife may Bodhi, the
body, such as glass, inside and outside the clear, the net without contamination.
wish, can only be willing,
are in the mortal world,
how many involuntarily, How many helpless feeling

Perhaps

flowers
not the only desire
Whispering Not all of the sentimental
Read the vicissitudes of earthly
fall How many dreams

like misty moonlight
flying out of the mind of the fence wandering in the twilight between
How many dreams

habitat rolled into the dew fell into the grass between
beaming smile
Flying the hearts of the coaching

this Falling litter

born with no sorrow
CD, called in bloom
to bloom in the warm
not gorgeous every day
heart is the most miserable pain from the sounds of nature like the Xiaoyin

touches every nerve
can never Collection

I can not become a Buddha, even Zuohua under the bodhi tree.
because that beckon Petals, full of the world's prosperity,
faint of years, the evil creature of my heart. I would rather run out of this life,
earth for those who smoke fog, tears,
the Bodhi falling for the worldly prosperity