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A Swarm of Bees Fluttering

A Swarm of Bees Fluttering A L A I I am writing this thing in June of 1992 in the place where this story happened. I am in the guest room of the monastery. All around me is quiet. If I look out my window, I can see the copper deer standing on the pitched roof of the main hall. Ever vigilant, they guard the Wheel of Law. Between these glittering creatures and me is a grassy meadow filled with small yellow flowers. A famous Chinese river has its source in this region, and the fragrance of its pure waters suffuses the clear air. I can't help but smile as I write fluttering. They make me keenly aware of flickering rays of light, and I hear graceful music coming from an unknown source. In this state, I begin my story. Rainbow or Buddha Light This room was once Mr. Sang Mudan's. After Sang Mudan went to America, the monastery's management committee and the Living Buddha jointly decided to use it as a guest room for visiting scholars. Everyone said that Sang Mudan was an intriguing figure. While still in middle school, he had become renowned for his intelligence and indolence. My story begins http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

A Swarm of Bees Fluttering

Manoa , Volume 13 (2) – Oct 1, 2001

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A L A I I am writing this thing in June of 1992 in the place where this story happened. I am in the guest room of the monastery. All around me is quiet. If I look out my window, I can see the copper deer standing on the pitched roof of the main hall. Ever vigilant, they guard the Wheel of Law. Between these glittering creatures and me is a grassy meadow filled with small yellow flowers. A famous Chinese river has its source in this region, and the fragrance of its pure waters suffuses the clear air. I can't help but smile as I write fluttering. They make me keenly aware of flickering rays of light, and I hear graceful music coming from an unknown source. In this state, I begin my story. Rainbow or Buddha Light This room was once Mr. Sang Mudan's. After Sang Mudan went to America, the monastery's management committee and the Living Buddha jointly decided to use it as a guest room for visiting scholars. Everyone said that Sang Mudan was an intriguing figure. While still in middle school, he had become renowned for his intelligence and indolence. My story begins

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: Oct 1, 2001

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