“On the day / While closing my eyes in the mist of the sacred temple / I suddenly heard / The true world of your prayerIn that month / I turned around all the prayer wheels / Not for the purpose of purification / But for caressing your finger tipsIn that year / I knocked my head for a long time on the mountain path / Not for the purpose of pilgrimage / But for pressing near the warmth of your bodyDuring that life / I turned around mountains, rivers, and Buddhist towers / Not for seeking after a better future life / But for meeting you on the way”He Xuntian Believer
“Every single living human being who encountered the first ray of light of this new century will pass away this century”He Xuntian Passing By the Earth (1999)
