https://archive.org/details/shurangama-mantra Today is March 23rd 2013, Saturday. There is a myriad of twinkling lights outside the window. The distant Mount Fengyi is like ink and umber-black dye. Osifu hasn’t communicated heartfelt wishes with you for over ten days and always feels that there is something missing. Osifu misses and recalls you all at every moment, […]
Phillip Medhurst 