Like the transient twinkles of dewdrops in the clear morning sun, flowers bloom fleetingly and soon fall without any attachment.
The true nature of a flower, which always impresses me profoundly, consists of this transience.
A flower vanishes like a bubble on the water, which makes me notice the meaning of existence and the preciousness of non-attachment.
Every living thing is destined to occur and pass like the momentary haze of heated air.
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