My love is like the grasses
My love
is like the grasses
hidden in the deep mountain:
though its abundance increases,
nobody knows.
The monk made the bamboo come alive, capturing the sounfds of the universe and bringing them into the room. Long, deep, haunting tones vibrated in my chest. The notest demanded introspection. The noise of the rain somehow accentuated the silence between each phrase, adding an inconceivable dimension to the music.