Commentary
As the first rain of the year, a division of the seasons in the lunar calendar, approached, there was a ray of light on the 59th street of Mt. Mokmeok in Seoul, beckoning the audience to abandon deception and uphold goodness and tradition.
The river of history has surged with thousands of waves
Each dynasty leaving behind a legacy
How many great figures have turned the course of events
Yet what becomes of each hero, but a burial mound
Reincarnating, again and again—when shall it end
Ah, why does the sky stretch so vast
All that a life passes through is but to await the Fa (Great Way of the Universe)
May you embrace it and return to the heavens…