Stealing Beauty

Sorry whoever own these beauty forgive me, I didn't indent to steal but possession  beauty is forbidden that is sin, you thieves it from the autumn so I steal from your too!  How dare you steal beauty from the Autumn! 

The below Master Kusan death poem

As the leaves of fall burn more crimson than the flowers of spring

All of creation is completely laid bare

As living is empty, and dying too, is also empty

I go forth smiling, within the ocean-like absorption of the Buddha

Been thinking thinking he fraud me! Intentionally misleading!