Standing on the ferry of the world of mortals, watching half a volume of the Heart Sutra and listening to a piece of the Heart Sutra, I can't understand it. It is a miserable journey of Buddhism. The Buddha said, "Looking back is the shore". But is this shore the other shore or this shore? Is it a dusty shore or a heart shore? Is it a spiritual shore or a soul shore?

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Listen, at night, at the foot of Mo Yun, there is a silent sense of security. If the wind is outside the world, it will quietly blow a grain of sand. Running at the top of the wind, listening to a wisp of heart sound, weighing the weight of the heart, but who can weigh the weight of the heart?

Looking at the glitz and noise of the world is the distance between a flower opening and dying. I often think, will it hurt when flowers bloom? Do you cry when the flowers are dying? Perhaps, flowers bloom and fall is a fate that is difficult to cross in reincarnation. Flowers bloom only for fallen flowers, or only for fallen flowers, which may be the fate in reincarnation.

Listening to the long past life all the way, it turns out that the heart is close, the ends of the earth depend on each other, the heart is far away, and it is still far under the same roof. Meditation, meeting and meeting are just the beginning of reincarnation. The heart blooms on the other shore and sighs on this shore. The soul that can't let go lingers on the third side, and the hearts that can't return to the dust meet, just like the tearful fireworks, so gorgeous, but embracing sadness, and instantly fall at the intersection of this shore and the other shore. Looking back, where is the shore, there is no shore, please allow me to Zen reincarnation!

Looking at the road, the wind blows in the sunset, the rain falls in the rain, and the footprints extend to both ends, deep or shallow, or lonely. Along the way, I am tired of the diversity of the world, and my indifference has already condensed in my heart. I always like to be as quiet as a lotus. Did I fall in love with lotus in my last life, or in my last life? I am a lotus seed. Enron is so, in this world, the ethereal soul is looking for the vicissitudes of a lonely boat, so it stands in the depths of the world of mortals. The dusty fate is not over, my heart lingers on the building, staying in the hope of this shore, but my heart has reached the other shore, and it is too late to stay. Looking back, there is no shore.

At that moment, I began to stand in the corner of the world, holding a peaceful heart, quietly waiting for the soul to peel off when the flowers fell, watching the beginning-end, end-beginning of reincarnation.

Pay attention to safety and stay calm. Being on this shore, my heart is on the other shore, looking back, there is no shore!

You see, the distant horizon, the earthly moon, is still the old and heavy old scene, gently twisting the fragments of time, watching the dust rolled up by the years, a grain of sand, silence, and also a earthly flight. I can't see through it. Time flies like water and dust. When I turn around and look back, I get drunk. My thoughts, which I gathered up, sparkled with fleeting flavor in the clouds of Yunfu, and silently exuded a quiet and intoxicating light in the dark shadow.

In the words of Buddha, finite and infinite are static and impenetrable, and finite and infinite are the same. Sigh, only in the limited world of mortals can I feel infinite tenderness.

"Heart Sutra" says: "No obstacles, no fears, stay away from upside-down dreams." At this point, everything goes with fate, and life goes with fate, so that you can be comfortable.

The shallow moon remains the same. Shore, moonlight water shore, dusty shore, reincarnation Buddha shore ...!

Looking back is the other side of the Buddha, why not fall into the dust.

Looking back, it was the shore, not the shore, and there was no shore in sight.

Radial

Let bygones be bygones, let bygones be bygones, Buddha said, there is no chance, there is fate, and fate will meet.

Meeting is just a blooming tea, a song ends, everything is born, everything is empty, there is no phase, there is no phase.

Dust flies, dust rises, dust falls, dust is still dust, but it is dust that annoys the mortal world. Helpless with the Buddha, no crossing with the Buddha, bitter crossing with the Buddha, how many rounds of reincarnation along the coast of the Buddha?

Month, reincarnation between circles.

Stars, cycling between densities.

Clouds circulate between gathering and scattering.

The wind, circulating between non-trace and singing.

Rain, in the cycle of falling and disappearing.

Spring and autumn, in the cycle of flowering and withering.

Summer and winter, between romance and ice and snow.

How many times will there be reincarnation outside the world?

Everything is always suffering in reincarnation. Life is a process of reincarnation. Standing outside the world, watching the bustling past, watching the coming and going of life, watching all the people, watching the white and the sun in the morning, watching the rise and fall of the sun, watching the helplessness of reincarnation, sighing lightly, everything is born and died, which is difficult to cross.

Life is a journey. The scenery we have traveled, the years we have traveled, the wrinkled face and the soul that will eventually disperse will eventually disappear in peace and silence. Watching swallows return in spring, listening to geese singing in autumn, watching flowers bloom in summer and snowflakes flying in winter, all creatures are ethereal reincarnation outside the world, if they are silent, noisy, laughing, sad, bitter and difficult to cross!

The altar sutra of the sixth ancestor said: "All sentient beings, all animals and plants are sentient, merciless and enlightened, but they become one when they enter the sea." All the prosperity, all for nothing, will eventually disperse and eventually merge into one.

Reincarnation, reincarnation, reincarnation. I will be in the world of mortals for a few degrees, or I will be in the world for a few degrees, or thousands of times, and I will have a flower-like dust fate in such a world.

Night, peace, moon, peace.

The reincarnation outside the world is still reciprocating in the ups and downs of the sun and the gains and losses of the moon. I have to wait for reincarnation on earth again, live a dream quietly, and walk sadly in the fleeting time when I miss you, just because I have a mortal marriage ...!

Sanshengshi has cause and effect, Sansheng seeks love, former life is in debt, and this life is robbed. With the Buddha's heart, the pain of safe reincarnation is nothing more than closing your hands and saying, "Thank God for letting me meet, thank you, and let me have the beauty in my heart forever!"

Look at reincarnation calmly and write reincarnation.

Meditation is empty to listen to reincarnation, sighing the reincarnation of the outside world.

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The hand of time knocks on the coast of time, and the fleeting time flows in the long river of time. I hide in the situation and breathe.

Faint appearance, clear smoke, wandering alone on the stranger, wandering alone, remembering the desolation of Qian Fan, contemplating the sadness of flowers falling, looking back at the vicissitudes of life when the dust margin dispersed, wandering between the dust of Buddhism, saying that I am dust-free, but the dust in my heart is stained with my dust, I still can't erase it.

Outside the window, it began to rain sporadically. Everything in the world, under the baptism of rain, shines brightly, and under the wind, it is swaying brilliantly. However, in the near future, it will eventually wither. Get up in cool clothes! Everything is born and everything is dead, just for a moment, like meeting and parting, just like the moment when smoke blooms, gorgeous and colorful, but it will remain beautiful and gradually disappear!

Red dust road, immeasurable distance, the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth love, the ends of the earth and the ends of the earth far away? You can only measure quietly and carefully!

The world of mortals is a rolling river. I am like a drop of water in a long river, swaying on the waves every day, looking for the "other shore" in Buddhist language all day long. Where is the shore, where is the shore and what is the shore?

The world of mortals is a road covered with wind and frost. I'm just a speck of dust on this road. Dust rises, dust falls, look at the dust. It is still light and ethereal, flying.

A drop of water has no owner, a helpless dust! It was that unintentional look back that opened the porch window in that smile, and we met, so it happened!

My heart is silent and speechless. It turns out that all my life, I just drank a cup of tea mixed with the taste of the world, strong or weak, weak or shallow. I just left safely at the moment when I finished drinking it, that's all.

Buddha said: "All beings have endless wishes, endless troubles, boundless Buddhism, and Bodhi has no wishes."

Well, then, I'll wait for the fleeting time, wait, leave, leave this tasteless world ...!

There is nothing to say in the floating life, but there is dust in front of the lotus platform.

You give me back my previous life, but I won't give it back in my third life.