Jewels of Impermanence
In the silent altar of the mind,
The soul awakens to whisper words of truth.
That's the gift from disasters— A garland of quietude.
There is neither past nor future In the coming days of menace.
The present is forever present,
That is also my present.
May the song of birds break the dawn,
May fear manifest itself as mere illusion.
The siege of clouds fails to capture
The night-dwelling moon, whose mission
Is to reveal the veractly of light and
Oil on Wood panel
30 x 22 cm 11 13/16 x 8 11/16 inches Courtesy Han Mengyun.