Don't look back
The bitter sea is endless, turning back is the shore, putting down the Buddhist scriptures, and killing people on the ground. I was not a Buddha, but I entered the Bodhi Gate, holding a rosary in my hand, and the hegemony of the world was all in the dust.
Three heads and six arms, I wish, the reality of the afterlife is a-stirring stick, solemn and kind are all faces, and the boundless killing karma is gloomy.