“Think not lightly of evil, saying, "It will not come to me." Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the fool, gathering it little by little, fills himself with evil. Think not lightly of good, saying, "It will not come to me." Drop by drop is the water pot filled. Likewise, the wise man, gathering it little by little, fills himself with good.”
Lama Dharma DingDong
(Discoursing the Dhammapada)
(Magical Autumn by Wolf's Eyes...)
From the face of enchanting nature ...
I have closed two eyes full of sorrow ...
Until I look, I have a feverish look ...
These manifestations of regret and mourning ...
Autumn, O dusty traveler ...
What are you hiding in your skirt ...
Except for dead and dried leaves ...
What other wealth do you have in the world ...
What does it give to the poet's heart except sorrow ...
Heavy dark sunset and blackout?
What does it give except coldness and boredom ...
Hugged my aching soul?
In the skirt of silence, sadness increases ...
Sleeping grief bothers me ...
That lost wish dances ...
I think in vague curtains ...
Autumn, an imaginary song ...
Autumn, O song of hardship ...
Autumn, O depressed smile ...
On the face of enchanting nature ...
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