That day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the truth about your chanting in the fragrance of the sutra hall.That month I shook all the prayer tubes not for salvation but for touching your fingertips.That year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road not to meet you just to keep your warmth.In that life, I turned mountains, water, and pagodas not for reincarnation but for meeting you on the way.Tsangyang Gyatso