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I imagine cleaning the big ancient Buddhist temple, but in the end I am cleaning my soul. This piece is inspired by the two famous poems in China from one thousand year ago. Shenxiu – I strive to be a tree of bodhi, And have a heart of a clear reflecting plane, Forever polishing it I will be, To never let it be dusted and vain. Huineng – The bodhi did not really the form of a tree possess, A clear reflector restricted not to a plane; When not a thing ever really mattered, Where could dust have gathered and lain?
