A meditation on our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence... The peacock painted on the window will never dance or speak. It is only the peacock that lived in the forest which used to speak, dance, and walk in a sweet manner.
A meditation on our fantastic condition of mortality and impermanence... The peacock painted on the window will never dance or speak. It is only the peacock that lived in the forest which used to speak, dance, and walk in a sweet manner.
