Within the quiet room, there was nothing superfluous.
Only a hanging scroll and a tripod incense burner shaped like a beast.
In the painting, clouds drift over distant mountains, while the incense smoke transforms into flying birds.
Two meditation cushions lay side by side.
To the left and right, sat two female nuns.
One had skin like brass, and her face bore the light of the Buddha.
The other wore a monastic robe and cap but could not hide her extraordinary beauty.
From the distant mountains within the painting, a voice floated, ethereal and elusive, like the chiming of a bell—
"The Buddha is compassionate."
This sound lightly resonated in their ears, as if it penetrated their hearts.
It broadened their five senses and clarified their spirits.
The true sound of the great Dao.
The two meditative female nuns clasped their hands together and chanted: "The Buddha is compassionate!"
"All phenomena arise from causes and conditions, without self-nature, nothing can exist."
