Pluck the strings in contemplation.
Deep within Spirit Mountain lies a supreme and enigmatic Secret Realm, isolated from the mortal world.
In mid-air, the domains of the Boundless Buddhist Kingdoms stand suspended, differing in size and form, densely filling the vast void.
Within each Small Realm of the Buddhist Kingdom, the mountains and rivers are covered in golden hues, and the land is filled with the fragrance of bodhi. Countless monks form arrays, hold precepts, join palms in prayer, chanting ceaselessly day by day, year by year.
The continuous Brahma chants penetrate the layered airspaces, weaving together into a boundless sea of Buddha; each sound solemn, resonant with the heavens, cleansing the myriad distractions of the world, endless through eternity:
"Void Sun conceals brilliance, illuminating with clarity..."
"Vast compassion aids broadly, revealing splendors to ferry beings..."
"Creation flawless, all dharmas return to truth..."
