Oh, mirror in the sky,
What is love,
Can the child within my heart rise above,
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides,
Can I handle the seasons of my life.
Well, I've been afraid of changing,
'Cause I've built my life around you,
But time makes you bolder,
Even children get older,
And I'm getting older too.
Take my love, take it down,
Climb a mountain and turn around,
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,
Well the landslide'll bring it down.
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills,
Well the landslide'll bring it down.
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Snow on the Sierra Madre Mountains,
Central Coast of California
Although mountains belong to the nation,
mountains really belong to people who love them.
When mountains love their master,
such a virtuous sage or wise person enters the mountains.
Since mountains belong to the sages and wise people who live there,
trees and rocks become abundant,
and birds and animals are inspired.
This is so because sages and wise people extend their virtue.
You should know...
it is a fact...
that mountains are fond of wise people and sages.
Zen Master Dogen,
'Moon in a Dewdrop'
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