The Venerable and the Enlightened One,
The Taoist and the mortal world.
In the temple, we took off our cassocks,
the Venerable, the Enlightened One , and came to the human world
cashier,
in the nature of mountains and rivers,
the same air!
The temple is surrounded by mountain smoke and mist in the cloud environment,
is at ease, in the concept of free landscape,
is of the same lineage.
Buddha said: We have come to the common people,
sometimes, we do not live in monks and monasteries,
nature, landscapes, fields, forests, small villages...
are all the cassocks we wear! Temples,
sometimes, don’t look like our monks’ robes,
going out of the world and entering the world
transcending the holy life!
Ordinary mind, ordinary nature, all thoughts
mundane world.
Some of them are reborn bones!
Practice uses the feeling of pain,
These are the labor pains experienced in the human world,
The messenger of the wind, the sound of crazy missions,
After the world is over, the Sanskrit sounds emanating from the dust are sung,
long songs of tragedy, and hymns to the soul.
Thoughts are always boundless language boundaries.
Those earthly hearts and
holy realms that have a predestined relationship with the Buddha are all the meaning of the soul.
Does the wooden Buddha have a soul?
What is the purpose of practice?
This cassock in another world,
Buddha, is the life of our soul.
In the vast world, where are the thirty to thirty million disciples,
the Buddhist world?
Ask your heart,
Please present your clear mind and nature.
Every mind and state are ordinary,
can there be a spiritual escape?
There is the Moon Lord!
The awakening of the holy world,
this natural landscape.
Make a drink!
With this earthy dialect,
is as stubborn as the stubborn mountains.
Picking and blooming are both flowers blooming,
Don’t forget that the flowers are full of flowers.
This world is spiraling around,
A thousand years, ten thousand years, it is the same,
Natural integration,
The true meaning is the spiritual lamp of the heart!
We take off the language of cassocks,
We also come to the people,
Buddha, is he still there?
After ten million years, several Bodhi flowers have bloomed.
Where is he? Where is the cassock?
He is here, shirtless in the wisest magnetic field,
The magnetic field is a cassock,
Like a swallow, the direction of the spring breeze is as clear as
.
The magnetic field is no longer chaotic, and the
information messenger appears.
Wisdom is not a cassock worn on the body!
It is the true body that is invisible in the heart!
Time travel, avatar, spiritual escape,
one image, another image unfolds,
the wonders of the true world in nature!
Skillful hands, wonderful hands, are all the hands of the heart!
The realm of ingenuity,
This realm is full of ins and outs,
The thoughts of seven-color light ,
Passing by as fast as lightning,
Kingfisher, dreaming on the high cliff,
Kingfisher, flying to the little edge of the dream Creek,
kingfisher, in the green forest, also in the pastoral green villa.
Rinse in the stream water, its green leaf feathers flex,
spread out,
kingfisher, turn into a green and beautiful peacock,
phoenix in flight.
She and the others incarnate, the fields become green,
the forests are protected with the nature they care for,
pay, this reason is related to the emotions of mountains and rivers,
spiritual escape, five-color soil and colorful light
sky, life with nature.
you have seen them,
you have not seen them.
They all bloom with beautiful flowers,
complete the giant elephant of the future with the sky,
holy land, holy mountain,
soul, and the magnificent sea,
moonlight, whispering,
whispers: Let the stars make their home.
Meteors streaked across and caressed by
. These were all prophecies of the stars’ mission.
stars! Every time you blink,
you are diagnosing your pulse,
those poems of the future! It is not in reality but
is between the soul and the heart. In this world, I spend my life longing for life, traveling upwards,
looking up and bowing my head,
traveling back to the present time and space,
using vivid and lovely love flowers,
this Not Huaguduo,
, but the proposition of the sky.
Fairy tale, it is in the sky of childhood,
Wangli room, it is also in the world of myth.
A bridge to cross!
There are grass seedlings and lotus pods, the sunshine of the lotus holding an umbrella, the lotus pond and the meditative moonlight at night.
The Buddha said: This vast world, three thousand universes,
is nothing more than a grain of dust.
Little novice monk, Tripitaka has returned from studying scriptures.
The Buddha is the Sutra!
Zhuangzi said: Tao follows nature.
We put on the cassocks,
We took off the cassocks,
But we can’t see!
The kingfisher of the soul is also a swallow,
On the staff of the moonlight...
Parallel and high and low, ups and downs of the lines,
Angel wings,
One side is language, the other side is music.
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