Poetry that makes love fly.

That January, that year, that day in my life, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth of your chanting. In that month, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips and kowtow and crawl on the mountain road, not to see you, but to turn the mountain into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road. Not to beg for blessings, not to wait for your arrival, not to build a mani heap, not to Xiu De, not to listen to Sanskrit singing all night, not to be enlightened, just to find your breath. At that moment, I became an immortal, not to live forever, just for the peace and joy of your day, that January, that year, that life ... Just, on that night, I forgot to give up my faith and reincarnation.