To see the description by the mirror itself, and to see the fortune by the heart itself.
Life is a kind of encounter, the blue sky meets the white clouds, there will be peace and quiet, the green tree meets the old house, there will be elegance, you meet me, there will be illumination.
The illumination is a beam of light, the illumination is a kind of power, the illumination is a kind of energy, when the energy is transformed into a magnetic field, your life will be met.
Meet the beauty you meet! Meet the life you meet.
Saw a family film movie "Illumination" directed by Chomei Rinpoche, and the content of the picture touched me:
The movie is about a blind child who struggles to see the light, and then runs away from home because of his dissatisfaction with learning table tennis for the blind. The mother lives blindfolded as a result of this incident, trying to feel and understand her son, thus blindly listening to the voices the boy hears to find him.
The mother learns to meet with her heart in the process of searching, and in doing so, she discovers the light within herself.
Perhaps, illumination, that is, the illumination of the heart, which is the purpose of emptiness through intellectual reflection, the moment the boy's mother was blindfolded, her world was empty, and this emptiness gave her the opportunity to gain insight into the illumination that she had overlooked.
So "illumination" is sometimes a function of "awareness," and "awareness" is sometimes a function of "illumination. I am not aware of it.
Perhaps with the innate illumination comes the innate seeing.
When our hearts are brightened by illumination, we will be able to understand the pain and sorrow of the blind children in Illumination.
In the future, there is a light in the heart to feel the warmth behind the world.
Life is a torrential surge.
Yesterday, I went to walk on a bridge with a fellow senior, and underneath the bridge were low-lying floating weeds, and two or three women were squatting by the side of the river, fishing for something with nets and small buckets.
The river was a bit shallow, and the distance from the river bank of a few dozen meters was just yellow mud and sand accompanied by messy water plants and floating weeds in the direction of the west of the river stretched.
The water flow seems to be blocked by something, can only see the center of the river slowly rhythm.
Senior brother saw this and asked me, "Master, what are they doing. Why is the river so shallow and not gushing like the other rivers?
I looked at my elder brother, who looked puzzled, and said, they are fishing for small fishes and shrimps, and the river is so shallow because it is stranded and a little dry.
But even with this this river is still raging.
Senior brother wondered, obviously a river abandoned by the years, why the pallor is still like a torrent?
I pointed to the river was trampled deep, shallow footprints, and pointed to the silhouette and that the center of the river.
The river was as calm as ever, only swayed a few times by the wind.
Senior brother looked at me, and then looked at the river fishing shrimp a few people, as well as the bank is dancing on the square mother and posing in various poses to take pictures of the tourists, seemed to understand nodded.
Life, is the surge of the rapids, there are always some parts that we have not found.
Some people say, perhaps, whether out of the clear stream, or in the dirt as long as the surge, the fish can grow beautifully.
And so it is with us, that's all.
Everyone has a part that is not lived.
Life is like this river, a surge of rapids.
What we see is only a small part of what we see, and everyone has another large part of him that is hidden behind.
Maybe happy, maybe sad, maybe happy, maybe lonely, maybe wandering, maybe lost.
Mr. Gu Long said this,
Everyone has lived.
Everyone is inevitably dead.
But some people not only live a lowly life, but also die a lowly death, and this is what is really sad. People are sad and suffering because we are dissatisfied with the pressure and other negative emotions and suffering, perhaps, some people are not only lowly, but also live and die.
Some people say that people can not get rid of the vile emotion is hypocrisy. The truth can only be owned by brave and sincere people, because the truth will always have a dark side, just as everyone has a part that is not lived out.
Perhaps, there are not the same leaves in this world, there are not the same people in the world, there are not the same faces in the world, and there is not the same illumination in the world.
Believe in yourself and you will be able to see.
Believe in yourself and you will be able to see.