There's a crystal river,
its water is as mirror.
One can see one's face
as it is without any stain.
Many waves stir the water,
if wind blows hard.
But, it never forgets its duty,
it is assigned forever.
They say, it is Crow-eyed-river,
So transparent and clear it is!
Features, complexion, contours
of the land it flows over,
never affect its course.
This is the most beautiful thing.
It is our own respective mind.
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That is a wonderful concept to ponder. The smooth appearance of a cyrstal pond may cover extreme roughness I love it!