The Collected Writings of Jhong Mi
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Found in the Hebian-To Library.
The Collected Writings of Jhong Mi
Listen to the sound of the falling leaves
Slipping quietly to the beds below
They fear nothing, and make no cry
Why do we resist death so much?
We will just be returning
To where we have been growing toward
And we will find rest at last.
Listen to the sound of falling leaves.
If the mad spinning of the dust devils
Yields nothing
Creates nothing
Changes nothing
Returns to mere dust
Why act as the dust devil,
Spinning so madly in place?
The fools look upon the world and see only pleasure
The lost look upon the world and see only pain
The wise look upon the world and see their work cut out for them.
The hasty rushing to and fro to fight, pry, claim, and steal
This land called Dereth, where so many perish in the daily strife...
Why have we been brought, to such a place of discord
Where even...
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