Wind blowing wild over a great marshland all covered with godly white snow. You will think that there is nothing else in the world but this holy marshland of silence. A gray sky meeting a gray marsh all over the horizon, exuding bodhisattva wisdom of nothingness which is our existence. All commotions are distant dreams. Happiness and discontent mere ideas. Minute fabrications of human mind which is but a dot in the great enveloping mystery of existence. Before commotion, there is silence. After commotion, there is silence.
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