How can white reed flowers covered in snow be defiled by dust?
Who knows that there are many people on the pure earth?
A single plum flower in the cold,
with fragrant heart blossoming,
Calls for the arising of spring in the emptiness in the pot of ages.
Our true self cannot be defiled. We blossom flagrantly in the cold, in the emptiness. Arising age after age.
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