Poems about the Heart Sutra

A week of giving wisdom to Yi monks

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Sitting alone in the cold window and freezing raw bottles, I still take care of my legacy.

The ninth division of the pavilion is new and wonderful, and the dream is to swallow three paintings and old psychic.

Broken strings hanging on the wall, friends mourning, waving dust and empty rocks to listen to.

You don't need to be closer to the water after fasting, because you have your own heart-washing sutra in your chest.