I stood under the statue of Guanyin at the southernmost tip of China, looking up at the corner of Guanyin's coat from the view of the tiny beings at the foot of the Buddha, as if it were flying with the wind and transforming into a wispy floating cloud, as if it were carrying mortal distress and sorrow, transforming into a light wisp, and fading into the green clouds. I use semi-writing with some surrealist brushwork, will be many days of despondency elevated to open-minded enlightenment. This human world back and forth, in fact, is a period of soul cultivation, return to the five emptiness.
