Mourning a green lotus withered
before its season
The monk is chanting to free him
from all desires and notions of self
“My baby is turning into ashes!”
The mother’s wailing grips my heart
more than the hope for nirvana
Hair grey and frail
a mother waiting for her son’s samsara
少壮命早归
哭丧青莲衣
轮回成灰登极乐
慈母悲哭动天庭
Flicker of Thoughts 