Soul Road-Century Nightmare NO.04 Painting

How far do we need to go from closing our eyes to opening our eyes? Between the past and the future, step by step in the name of fate. Passing the right and wrong between right and wrong; passing the indifference after love and hate; passing the sigh in the vastness; and passing the speechless after helplessness. How many early intentions, after years, dissipated all the way. Looking back again and again, how many loneliness like smoke and loneliness like snow, witnessed the sadness of the heart. Walked all the way, walked one step, looking for the metamorphosis. And any kind of growth is full of the will of the sky; every transformation of fruit must go through a trace of law in that cycle. All we can do is face our heart and realize it quietly. The faint light of wisdom flashes the soul of the night, guiding each sensed intelligence. In that endless questioning Nirvana; in that tragedy and sinking. However, the Tao has fallen, the sky is dying, the butterfly has not melted, only the remaining soul is immortal. Let the mind be like a river; let the will be a mountain; let the spirit know the way; let all efforts turn the soul.