In this life and the next
A selection of insights:
In a previous life, in this life and the next
In a previous life, I was a downtrodden scholar, in that dark corner of the world, reading the proper reasoning of the hundred schools of thought, thinking of obtaining a title to give you a marriage. And you are faintly smiling to savor the faint pleasure, silently holding my hand silently looking at me towards the distance. One day, one month, one year, how many springs and autumns you are still lonely waiting in front of the closed door of pleasure, until the white head, there is no looking back, the years will be your youth mercilessly deprived of the crippling wait, turned into a bubble.
In this life, I owe you a hundred years of pleasure, every day in the light of the lamp looking, looking, waiting. I only wish I could meet you again at the intersection of life, holding hands together. Finally I waited for you. Loneliness, accompany me to talk about the sky; sadness, accompany me together sad; happy, do not forget to let me drink less wine; drunk, you will give me to prepare sober tea. Silently give me care, give me help, I fell in tears in moving, vowed to love you forever!
In the afterlife, you once said you envied the freedom of the butterfly, the beauty of the dance. You want to be a butterfly, every day to be able to smell the fragrance of the flowers, to be able to freely chase, play, sing and dance in the wind. Without the reality of money, fame and suspicion. A life of calm, to be able to smile more sweet.
I would like to be a butterfly. I want to be a butterfly, to be able to dance with you in the sunset, in the flowers of life; to be able to look at you every day to cry, look at you laugh, look at you sleep, look at you wake up, look at you pampered, look at you pleasure; to be able to dance with you every day with the same dance, belongs to our dance, until there is no end to the life.
The perception of selected two:
The past life, this life and the next life
First, I fell asleep in front of the Buddha for a thousand years, until one day I met you, and I fell a tear of melancholy. The Buddha said: I became a Buddha by being loveless, how can you become a Buddha by coveting the mortal world? I repent. Buddha said: Repentance is useless. You have an unfinished destiny, go and renew your marriage, I will wait for you to come back. For this reason, I begged under the Bodhi tree for 500 years. You said: Since the moment you begged to meet me in front of the Buddha, I have lost sleep for five hundred years.
I asked: Underworld, are you the one I've been reincarnating for a few times for the sake of fate?
You said: Yes, five hundred years ago that day, you inadvertently passed by the road with me, I have always waited for you to realize the edge of this rubbing shoulders. (Li Ka-shing profile)
Buddha said: repair a hundred times before you can cross the same boat, repair a thousand times before you can **** sleep on the pillow. Five hundred times in the previous life of the gaze, in exchange for this life once rub shoulders. I begged the Buddha, let's knot a section of the earth, love each other walk through the months and years. The first time I saw this, I was able to see the whole thing, and I was able to see the whole thing, and I was able to see the whole thing.
So I begged the Buddha to turn me into a reclaimed swallow in the next life, and I went through a lot of hard work until I filled up the sea, so that I could change my destiny in this life. So the Buddha arranged to meet in this life, so that I and you to exhaust this period of unfinished business. When the destiny is over, the song will end and people will be separated. Therefore, if you meet me, please must not be good to go away, because I am afraid of the next life, no longer have the fate to meet with you ......
Second, if people can be reincarnated, the world, if there is really reincarnation, then, our past life has been what will be? Buddha said: all things in the mirror in the empty phase, the end of all the phase no phase. Maybe, your past life is a branch of the begonia in the mountains, in the middle of the night in the autumn, was involved in the Gusu city outside the passenger boat. The far wind blew out the frost-stained fishing fire, but could not blow out the sorrow of the sinking moon. Perhaps, in my past life, I was a boatman on the River of Forgetfulness, with a lonely boat, straw raincoat and hat, ferrying in the red dust. Pick up a splash of petals, from now on the dashing Xiangxiang thank but, the bell does not continue ......
Perhaps, your past life is a wisp of Tongyun's shadow, in the dusky sky, crossing the smoke traces of the pale dew, the Prana dispersed when the return to the Buddha's gentle heart of the water, listening to the voice of compassion from the gods. Perhaps, my past life is a drop of crystal tears, by the eyes of the Buddha in the Cold Mountain Temple, falling ten thousand feet of prosperity. In the season of fluttering in the sky, condensed into withered petals on the dew of lovesickness, but could not wake up the sleeping elves, had to quietly melt away in the early morning.
If you are the soft wind of the mountains, I will be the grass that recovered because of you. If you are the clouds roaming in the sky, I will be the rain beads brewing in the clouds. If you were a clear stream in the field, I would be a fish swimming in the stream. Even if you are the embodiment of all things, I will still hold you tightly, just because you and I are together in this life! Buddha said: in a previous life, you are my hands planted a bowl of lotus, other lotus are open, only you, until the withering, but also failed to show your beautiful face in front of my eyes. I said: the previous life, you in my eyes; this life, you in my attachment; the next life, you in my flesh and blood 。。。。。。
Third, when you and I encountered, touched each other's eyes, I was thinking, you and I before how to make a promise of a previous life? Whether it is also an afternoon, no snow winter, in that brilliant fireworks, we have made a wish for each other? Was there also such a warm and ***, was I also touched by your emotional voice? Do you also flash such firm eyes, so firm that they can not tolerate my weakness? Whether the heart has also been due to a certain sadness before close, close to the ...... usually the same as the moon in front of the window, before the plum blossom will not be the same. I asked the Buddha: what does this really mean? Buddha is speechless, Buddha's heart is like water. Buddha, do you have feelings? Buddha smiled, incomparably kind, that smile is like the sea water that accommodates hundreds of rivers, deep and bottomless. But I have, but I never easily make promises to anyone, for this obsession to let the heart in the loneliness of the hidden pain.
Long companion, elegant and leisurely. Ice string finger, heart secretly hold. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The most favorite window, long days of autumn water. I'm looking forward to ten years of ferry, a hundred years of pillow, a thousand years of destiny. However, the moon has the yin and yin and round, people have sadness and happiness, Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly has long been unknown, the previous **** dance into the wind in the embrace; that gorgeous romantic feelings of the boat has also long been sleeping in the cold bottom of the North Atlantic Ocean. I envy them, precisely because life and death is the eternal pleasure of the earth. In the world, how many have a beginning and no end of feelings, let a person for a long time, a long time can not let go.
An encounter in this life will surely nurture too many sweet or painful memories in the previous life. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Even if you do not love me at this time, how can I not be grateful? The winged swallow, and the green lotus. I'm happy to be with you, and I'm happy to be with you. I should thank the old man of the moon for the red thread. I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Fourth, what is the edge of the Buddha said: the edge of the hair, are tied to fate! The chance encounter, look back, destined for each other's lives, just for the moment of vision meeting. Poetry written by Cindy, the word spectrum of the autumn lotus. I love the banyan tree and the fragrance of books. The fragrance of the plums and the love of the two places. Thank you for the poem as a proof, the song as a matchmaker, the words as a destiny. Hidden bamboos, pulsating red lotus. The deep courtyard is filled with beautiful rhythms. Hand in hand in front of the flowers, autumn waves hold each other. The love in the eyes of the Taoist, the language in the love, the edge in the language. You said: the edge is the crystal snow in the mountains, the world outside the immortal beauty lonely forest. I said: fate is to find her a thousand times, but that person is in the end of the lights. You said: Fate is even though the two love, it is still difficult to escape the fate. I said: fate is inexorable flowers fall, déjà vu swallow return. The morning bell and the evening drum, the sun goes away and the clouds move. I'm afraid that I'll be alone with the hook and string by the window. I am afraid of the deep cold and the light fur. The flowers bloom in the dream, the moon is hidden in the mountains. The years have gone by, and the waves have gone by. If the flow of light and shadow, too indefinite, too hasty.
The Buddha said: edge is the sadness and happiness of the total ruthless, a window drip to the daybreak. The edge is endless thoughts. And I, standing proudly in the desert quietly looking at the edge of its destiny. The Buddha said: everyone who has seen the encounter has been arranged, everything is fate. Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma, Karma. (Sentences of friendship)
Fifth, in this life, I leaned on the mirage, spit na the wind of the millennium. I saw, in the cross-section of the heart, long asleep a lotus flower. Buddha said: you have to wait quietly, waiting for the moment of blossoming, waiting for the wind to brush the calyx, in order to awaken the dream planted in a previous life. I then devoutly prayed, may you, can bloom the most tender full of vicissitudes of the back smile. I walked through the path, the roadside of an unknown wildflower I could not help but stop and stare, is it because of the previous life unintentionally thrown a flower seed, only this life by the side of the road to meet?
I walked through the mountains, the lofty peaks familiar to me inexplicably, is this my former home in the past life, and therefore this life's soul to haunt? But the mountains are still as calm as a thousand years ago, as if to say that the world is not outside the world, everything is empty, not the wind is moving but the heart! I walked through the ocean, the raging surface of the ocean makes me excited and affectionate, is this the home of my former life swinging series of pontoon boat, and therefore this life's home is difficult to leave? But the ocean has revealed a rare calm face, not a hint of whirlpool, such as the mirror, as if to say that the past let it go, why always let it stay in the heart it?
I finally trekked, from the network, out of this moment in front of you, I approached you, your words and deeds, a smile let me be so heartfelt, is it in the previous life I have been for you to fall into the heart, can not be self-repressed, so this life is still the same emotions? And you, too, is so silent, I just realized, hastily break away from my hand, where there is what look back, perhaps our destiny, repair is still too shallow, too shallow! I understand, perhaps the encounter in this life has been the gift of God, perhaps our destiny in the past life has been predestined, this life, I am just a passer-by in your life!
? With a crystalline tears, will flow endless sadness, flow endless heartbreak, in the earth into flying ash, and who believe in talking and laughing, and who will leave his tears in my story?
The Buddha said: five hundred years ago to tie the knot to come, destined in a previous life is not today. I kowtow: if not today is what day? I decided to go up the mountain, with a whole day of moments to concentrate on thinking about you, and then down the mountain when all forgotten. So I thought of you when I watched Sakyamuni, when I watched the Eighteen Lohan, and when I watched the Thousand-Handed Goddess of Mercy, expecting to find out the magic formula that would make you love me forever, instead of finally leaving. Your initial deep love in my mind proved over and over again that
You used to give me the warmest affection on this earthly plane. I sigh. You ask me why I always sigh? Oh, don't blame me for my favor, don't blame me for my inseparability, don't blame me for using a thousand times to watch out for a cold glance from you. Can you hear my heart's concern: you and I have only five encounters in this life, if we make up less than 500 glances, the next life, how will I see you? Buddha said: all kinds of things in this life are the cause and effect of the previous life. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of a conversation with you, and I was in the middle of a conversation with you.
Six, in the morning bells and drums in the first snow fall, the first snow melt, everything in the world is about this from nothing to something, from something to nothing. I said: I want to forget. Buddha said: forgetting is not the same as never existed, all freedom comes from choice, not deliberately. How about letting go? The more you let go, the more you feel you have. Sutra: All beings have no self, suffering and happiness follow the destiny, the predestined cause is constructed, the destiny is over and there is nothing, what joy is there? Gains and losses follow karma. All sorrow and happiness are born from the heart. When you have love and hate in your heart, your eyes must be a tumbling upside down world, after the calm is not nothing, in fact, what is there, what is not? Only but is to look at the problem from a different perspective. Although the reasoning is right, but it is difficult to do, and then broken heart, and then old wounds, but people still insist on non-stop sewing and mending, refused to throw away. I began to try to throw away all the doubts and resentments that clouded the essence of perfection. Doing so was hard work, tantamount to letting go of an entire relationship. Gradually I realized that only this relationship slowly put down, slowly outside, I can be stripped from the memories of all your good, not with all the bad to erase the joy, even if there are thousands of pain, after all, you have brought me the most beautiful emotions.
So that the earthly splendor of the luster of the light to re-emerge in front of me in a big way, I finally understand that the Buddha said that you love me, at least previously loved. When you have love in your heart, then the luster is a smile, when you have a landscape in your heart, then the luster is beautiful, as you wish, the luster comes from everything that is perfect in your heart, or perfect before, in short, so that I can not give up, so I willingly endured the momentary darkness of the luster is obscured. The Buddha asked: Have you forgotten? I replied no, or forget it, stay perfect, forget the sadness, all freedom comes from choosing well, you said. Buddha laughed happily, for thousands of years Buddha has always laughed happily. The reason why life is like a dream is because there is an unknown future in life; the reason why life is like a dream is because there is a dream and there is a desire to live. Doomed to meet, like the sound of spring flowers blooming, pleasantly crisp. Doomed to part, like the morning dew, calm and beautiful. Instead of saying that love is a kind of fate, it is more like a coincidence that leaves a pleasant memory. That coincidence makes the evening clouds, purple haze flash by. The Buddha said: laugh and cope, not to complain. Easy, with the heart, with the nature, with the fate. Doomed to make life change, only a hundred years later, that a flower blossom moment. A hundred years ago, the day we parted, we did not retain the moment, so we had to seal the love in the heart, looking forward to the next life to fall in love again. Even if the world has forgotten forever, our hearts do not change, no matter how many times the life Lun Hui circle.
Seven, the next life I was locked by thunder and lightning to Penglai Wonderland, a whole three thousand years. Buddha said: your love is not in heaven on earth, you to the secular world will look at the first look is you this immortal dust - that dissolve the ice and snow face. Three thousand years later, I opened my eyes, there is no longer in front of your face to dissolve the ice and snow. It was still the same blue sky, I had not changed in three thousand years, and you might have become a heavenly immortal. Three thousand years of pain have pushed me to the edge of the universe, and I've never been tired of you. Is this three thousand years of longing for you a love affair? Thinking of you, remembering you, not seeing you, tears involved in the green shirt, but also broken love! It's really a bitter rush of reunion and separation, and this hatred is infinite! Buddha said: the sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back is the shore. I ask: what is the shore? What is the sea of bitterness? Buddha said: the world is the original sea of bitterness, see through the red dust to the shore. I ask: If the world is on the shore, and where to find the sea of bitterness? And where to find the shore?
? Buddha said: a hundred state of the world to save a hundred state of the people, people that is, there are a hundred states, the world will also need a hundred states, and how to divide the sea of bitterness and the shore, out of the world into the world. People are born, after a hundred difficulties into the so-called ten years of trees, a hundred years of trees, people that need a hundred years and trees, they need to experience a hundred states into a hundred states, joy is joyful, sadness is sadness is sadness, pain is pain, music is joyful. One flavor of desire will not tree people, will lose the original gas of the people. Even if the west wind withers the blue tree, it is difficult to see the end of the road. Even if you raise your glass to invite the moon, it is difficult to have a lot of smoke and mist; even if you have a domineering spirit in Jinling, it is difficult to become a hundred years of good deeds! How many times have we seen the yellow crane return? The geese have crossed the slanting sun, grass and smoke, and now there are countless sorrows! Wine into sadness, turned into tears of lovesickness, so melancholy! The grass on the riverbank and the willows on the embankment, why do we have new sorrows every year? I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days! (Positive energy story)
? Buddha said: you remember the way back, but why forget the distance on earth. The soul of this shore, do not ask the soul of the other shore from where? The soul on the other shore, do not ask where the soul on this shore crosses to. Let's go and forget each other at the bottom of the Naiho Bridge at dawn. I have no reason to be born in this world, and I am tired of being unfeeling in this life! Remembering the tears of the king, I know for whom the flowers bloom in the years to come. Why do you want to be in love with someone when you've been in love all your life? Why do you ask people to be too serious? No, if there really is an afterlife, I would like to instantly turn into light smoke and drift away with the wind, turning the regrets of this life into the destiny of the next life; turning the strings of teardrops into fragrant dew, melting the frozen heart; leaving an eternal seed, expecting the next life, reborn a perfect love affair. If there is an afterlife, you are still my only choice! The sky still echoes with our vows - see you in the next life ~~~ see you in the next life
Eight, Buddha said: Let me ferry the multitude of beings. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The rich said: Let us stay away from poverty. Compassion says: Let the world be full of love. Buddha says: Clench your fist, your hand is empty; open your palm, you have the whole world. I say: close the palm of your hand, you do not need to have the whole world; let go of your fist, you can embrace everything ...... Heaven or? The network is? Illusory, ethereal, boundless, immersed in it will only become corrupted and heartless. Bland means eternity, so what are we pursuing - a dull and tasteless life? That night the moon was full, that moment after the clouds dim, that smile after you disappeared, the night came to borrow my heartbeat, the moon came to forget. What about me? Buddha said: your soul is already in time and space, a monk in a robe chanting sutras, skin wrapped in colored desires. I said: there is no Buddha in this world, and if there is, it is me: with disheveled hair, slanting unbuttoned clothes, I stood on the top of the peaks, capturing the white clouds.
Nine, Buddha said: you have dust in your heart. I clapped my hands, shook my clothes, and straightened my clothes in the mirror. Buddha said: the heart of the dust is not shake off. I looked around in a daze. The Buddha said: The dust in the heart can only be removed with the heart. So I wiped hard. The Buddha said: You are wrong, dust cannot be wiped away. So I peeled the heart away. The Buddha said again: You are wrong again, dust is not dust, why is there dust. I could not comprehend it. The Buddha said, "Bodhi is not a tree, nor is a mirror a platform. There is nothing in the first place, where is the dust? I am still not enlightened. The Buddha said, "There are two kinds of enlightenment: sudden enlightenment and gradual enlightenment. In the case of epiphany, the flash of spirituality is like a thunderbolt that awakens the sleeping Hercules and splits open the chaos. It is only by seizing the moment of the spark that one can see the clear spring within the self. Buddha says: You have too many selfish thoughts. I bowed my head to the ground, raised my head to the Buddha, and bowed myself. The Buddha said: Selfish thoughts cannot be removed. I was in a fog, still unable to understand. The Buddha said: Your will is not strong enough, your mind is not able to concentrate, your life has no goal, you always let the time pass by, and in the end you achieve nothing. I looked at my heart and knew what I was asking, and I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. I asked the Buddha: What should I do? The Buddha said, "A thousand lamps are better than one lamp of the heart. I then asked the Buddha: What is the lamp of the heart? The Buddha said: The lamp of the heart is in your heart. The Buddha said, "Come to your senses! It is time to hit the head with a blow! I am both Buddha and Buddha is both me! I realize my way.
Ten, the Buddha said: Tao is one foot tall, the devil is one foot tall. I said: I don't understand, that's not positive not to suppress the evil? Buddha said: Tao is the practice, the devil is the devil. I said: the original Buddha will also go to the devil. The human heart is as greedy as a snake swallowing an elephant, the Buddha's heart is as greedy as what? Buddha said: over, let's say the next. Buddha said: human face is a word - bitter. I said: I don't see it. Buddha said: eyebrows are a cross, two eyes are two points, nose is a cross, mouth is mouth. I said, "People are born like that. Buddha said: people are suffering in this life to repair the next life. I said: Buddha you also look like this ah, how much suffering in the last life ah? Buddha said: again. I said: Why do I always lose in games? Buddha said: It is because you are reading the Buddhist scriptures. I said: What do I have to do to win? The Buddha said: Self-write the sutras. The moment is irrevocable, the eternity is unattainable, the margin is short is beautiful, the margin is long is also beautiful. Feelings are a manifestation of destiny. To be able to love each other is destiny, and to be difficult to love each other is not destiny. The world only infinite prolongation of the note, there is no infinite prolongation of the fate. Karma is only relative to the benefits of the long and short, there is no ancient and long eternity.
Buddhism divides every human being into three lives of experience: the past life, this life and the next life***. The past life is the cause, the present life is the result, the cycle of karma and retribution. However, this is only a Buddhist saying, more people do not believe in the past life and the next life. But in real life there are too many things that we can not explain happened around us, we often sigh: fate ah! Karma has thus become the ultimate unexplainable emotional life summarization. Some people say that fate is the will of God, points in the man-made. That is to say that fate is a random event, points are man-made factors, the two factors added together to create a lot of opposite do not know each other, many of the thousands of miles to meet. Karma lies in how the two people to see, with the heart of the edge; no heart is the edge of extinction. Karma in the edge; edge to go with the edge; edge rise and fall, free God. In the underworld, who is the person I have been reincarnating for a few times for karma? If you previously visited my mind space, I want to say thank you, good people must have good dreams! Network you and I are a shooting star. Although brief, to be able to know each other before, meet, fellowship, rely on each other, but also counted fate it encounter is fate; rubbing shoulders is also fate; fate to fate, fate dispersal fate gathering, should become the depth of the soul of an eternal memory ......
Insights selected three:
The past life in the next life
The past life in the next life, the three life stone The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
In the previous life, you and I agreed on this life. I would rather jump into the River of Forgetfulness and suffer a thousand years of flooding and fire after reincarnation than drink the bowl of Mengbo soup that can forget the past life. After the thousand years of pain and destruction in the River of Forgetfulness, I reincarnated in this life with the remaining memories of my past life to look for you. But who are you and who are you in this world? Can't I find you after all? Is my memory destroyed by the River of Forgetfulness or have you forgotten our agreement? Or is it that I was born before you were born and you were born when I was already old? Did I remember the wrong time of reincarnation or did you forget the way to reincarnation? In the vast world of people, the lonely figure tears down the heart is even more broken. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to find you, but I'm sure I'll be able to find you.
I remember your figure and your eyes. How many similar to your figure, let me silently chasing, but when I walked into when the eyes collide I found that it is not my memory of the deep pity. Turned around and fell a tear, broken to the stone of three lives. I'm still in this vast world of hard to find you.
Once again, I met similar to your figure, your eyes. Will it be you this time? If it is you, then you must be connected to my heart, even if you forget the past life you with the heart must be sensed to me, because we are in the three life on the stone engraved vows, only love each other to the deepest in the three life on the stone engraved "past life, this life, this life, the next life" of the oath ah. If it is you, when I approached you, let us in each other's eyes collided with the moment to see you my past life it, embrace each other, embrace this life embrace each other never let go.
The agreement of the past life in this life go hard. As if to understand the thousand years ago on the Naiho Bridge, unwilling to drink the bowl of soup that can forget the past events of the Mengnu's sigh.