Xiao Xing Ji

People have joys, sorrows, separations, and reunions; the moon has its waxings and wanings, its full and its crescent. Such things have never been easy to make complete.

There are always some things that make people remember, and always some things that make people forget.

What is forgotten drifts away with the wind.

What is remembered becomes an obsession.

So even if one kneels before the Buddha for ten thousand years, what one seeks is nothing more than ‘to meet again.’