Cause and effect are screenwriters, you and I are actors, and the combination of fate and karma projects countless plots on the world stage.
From the high-speed train to Fengtai, I looked out of the window. The moon was big and round, and my tears brushed down. Leap on April 15, my heart is full, and mother, where are you? I stayed in Beijing for several months last year, and often walked in Beijing's hutongs and temples with a spell after work, because I walked in my mother's mind everywhere. Although I didn't call my mother much, I always enjoyed the happiness and security of being a child. Mother died alone. After the epidemic, when I arrived in Beijing, whether it was an emperor or a general, or ordinary alleys and fireworks, everything was no longer interesting to me.
Loneliness plus sadness can only be linked with mother through spells in the ocean of consciousness. Looking around, on the way of reincarnation, we have neither friends nor family, and all beings are born alone. In the past two years, the hand of impermanence has given me a series of signs, such as family maturity, illness or absurd events, uncle disability, mother's death and so on. The lonely experience and I have known each other for a long time and become more and more profound.
I think therefore I am, but I don't have a correct view. Past karma and the imprint of karma project and depend on self-thought. Compared with the next moment and the next life, we should thank ourselves in the past. Those who were in the sea of life and death left gifts from the Mani people and "Today", so that we were fortunate to learn from our teachers' teachings and strive to maintain positive and free practice, so as to see ourselves, the world and all beings more objectively.
Face to face with prosperity and embarrassment is the quality of a walker who refuses to be true and follows the description without preconceptions. When I wrote this meditation exercise, I was working in a century-old private house in front of the Xisi Drum Tower in Dongdan, the mouth of old Beijing. What I see in front of my eyes is flowers holding ancient trees, and shadows are scattered in the court, all of which are famous guests. In fact, the ancient trees are fascinated by crows and swallows, and the joy of swimming is instantly shocking. If this statement is a bit rambling, let's put it another way: what this quiet and expensive place bears and witnesses is actually the love-hate entanglement between capital and assets, the greed between finance and entities, and sometimes all kinds of gambling games. This constitutes a sea of commercial appearance, on which I don't know how many fans of ducks and swallows have passed.
Between the state of life and death, there is nothing special or abrupt about anyone's sense of identity, but some labels are easier to strengthen cognition and make the heart of experience frequent. For example, holding hundreds of billions of assets, sitting in a number of listed companies, ranking first in the industry, surrounded by the glory of the king, going out to see you off by special plane and entering private houses around. The holders of huge business maps and huge wealth are sometimes just poor people at the network level, and they don't even have a relaxed atmosphere and a sense of tranquility for a moment.
Fortunately or unfortunately, I have been close to such a real story for many years. I witnessed and participated in many ups and downs of business at close range and unconsciously at zero distance. The former wave is like the sun in the sky, and the latter wave is like the sunrise, which gradually deflects westward. During their stay here, they are used to seeing the faces and expressions of "My boat is moving forward in the fog, the day is getting dark, and the memories of the old days begin" before and after the waves, but they rarely see their inner clarity or even theoretical emptiness from the situation of "how vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how clear the moon is in the water".
To my shame, I am the one who specializes in putting on mink halo covers, publicity and heavy makeup for others. Formed its own continuous situation. It has never accepted the local atmosphere, nor deeply felt the fireworks in the world, and it is even more difficult to understand the hardships of others. It's just a waste of wisdom and intelligence on paper.
The stronger the heart of ordinary people is, the stronger the experience heart is, and the self bound by logic is obsessed with the original simplicity. I am close to the world where my career is consistent and rewarding, and far from the pure land I like to give up. Every day is not lost in confusion and anxiety. Receive instructions at any time, travel at any time, never leave your laptop, and even need to stop and turn on your computer at any time when driving. In recent years, I have stayed up late and worked overtime almost every day, and I have undertaken more than a dozen tasks a day. Because of the nature of the post, all cross-industry and cross-functional tasks must be completed within a limited time, with good quality and quantity, without any mistakes, and can withstand internal and external and time review. I, a camel with a load, or a donkey with a load under water, once suddenly added thirteen physical abnormalities in one year. The pressure has nowhere to be repatriated, and it can only be passed on to the closest people, such as lovers and children, and all kinds of extremely blind ways, such as killing, stealing and drinking, were once ways to maintain self-awareness. I am either crazy, inferior, restless or autistic. My prediction is chaotic, and my behavior is chaotic. Anything projected on the heart lake has the shadow of cross-learning. I don't know who I am, so I try my best to prove it. I was so caught up in the plot composed of the outer appearance that I either put on a halo or fought in public, and I couldn't get rid of the ups and downs of the "tape" of "enterprise" and "occupation".
I didn't know anything until I learned meditation systematically. Everything is fanning the flames and making waves according to my habit. No matter how you prove it, it's just an increase in habits, which will only enhance the sense of reality in the next world.
We are experiencing an unprecedented civilization tamed by greed, not from pure flow. The continuation of work and life scenes is the continuation of good and evil karma. Samsara has been staged on the sea of experience in my life.
Everything and the heart are pure in essence, just because they are attached to different things. This is based on our past gathering habits and accumulated experience today. The scenery and feelings in any world are nothing more than the imprint of this habit. The heart is clean, everything is clean, and the heart is not clean, even in the depths of pure land, it is like a prison. When you look at the world, all you see is your own inner shadow. If you look at your heart, you will see yourself, but not yourself. How can we see the world and all beings clearly?
Really tired. I really want to get up from the dreamland, go beyond the possibility of reincarnation, meet myself, say to myself, long time no see, and tell all beings that I am far away from all drama and the vastness I can reach.
"We will all come to this world soon, but we don't know when it will come back. If your heart is tired, then it doesn't cheat you. How long has it been since I saw myself, and how long has it been since I was close to my heart? Putting down the obsession with the reflection of the heart lake is like getting up from the land of dreams. This is an exercise. As long as we are alive, the world will continue to appear in our hearts, just like those birds and sheep drinking water. At the water's edge, it will keep reflecting on the lake, but only reflecting. There will be no gain or loss on the lake. Birds and sheep are not our hearts. We usually mistake it for our heart, and any opinion is just the dedication of the industry to the reflection of this heart lake. "
I almost listened to the teacher's lecture "Mirror of the Universe: Listening to the Echo of the World" from beginning to end with tears in my eyes. In the course, the current free teacher told a story about a man's skin bulging. He is about to be destroyed because of his limbs disability. Naboo, regarded by the King Kong brothers as having an ominous stain, refused to go to the main hall to worship, and dragged his mutilated body to learn Buddhism on the steps outside the main hall, which proved that he had freed himself from the insatiable Buddhism and reached the true pure land and compassionate love in his heart.
I am Naboo of colored body. I am a tire covered with human skin, and I am the king. If I can't speak well, have good thoughts, or do good deeds, and even all my five limbs are used to send my self-bodhisattva, then I am undoubtedly deaf and incomplete.
I am far behind Naboo. Naboo gives people a skin drum with his body, which is a tribute to emptiness, as holy as milk and snow. In this life, the scenery of any reflection has not become an obstacle for Bula, but has become a blessing for him to recognize this heart. However, the ominous stain put forward and defined by ourselves has formed a thick self-barrier, losing consciousness and losing the true self.
It's time for your heart to leave me. Learn from Nabugo, face the direction of going home together, cultivate fundamental poetry and self-confidence through your heart, and return to your hometown.
Thanks to the kindness of Buddha and Bodhisattva, I applied for a one-month "closed door" holiday on the basis of the legal holiday of the Spring Festival the year before last, and got special approval from the leaders. A person lives in the basement of Kannonji, Zhengzhou, worshipping Buddha, chanting, chanting and copying scriptures. I didn't work hard before, and I washed dishes after meals every day. Later, I took care of the dishes, chopsticks, pots and stoves in Master and her permanent residence. After dinner, I read a spell, watched the repair, and wiped the stove, lid and kitchen utensils. Use wet rag A for the first time, B for the second time, and dry rag for the third time, then wash the rag, dry it, take out the garbage, and do every detail carefully. Then mop the floor, corridor, steps, or sweep the yard and so on. Arrogance and obsession are gradually letting go, and a heart is getting softer and softer.
It snowed heavily one night and got up early the next morning. I shoveled snow and cleared a road from Master's residence to the main hall in advance. By the time I was going to mop the floor in the main hall, the main hall had been washed by a senior. At that moment, I suddenly wanted to kneel in front of the stone steps outside the main hall in the snow, but for nothing else, I suddenly found my business habits and poor blessings: if I didn't save my fortune, I would only overdraw and squander my career, and I'm afraid I didn't even have the opportunity and qualification to mop the floor in the main hall! Glory is nothing, aura is nothing, and the past is nothing. It's not the waves in the sea, the bubbles on the lake and the ripples on the water, it's life and death! What is this "me"? Even this body may not belong to you!
At the end of the morning class, heavy snow once again covered the steps and temples. I rushed in front of master, regardless of the ice under my feet, and quickly swept a path with a broom. I swept in front and master walked behind. When master stepped into the corridor of her residence, I asked her tearfully, "master, I want to talk to you." .
The host stopped, turned around and looked at me with a smile. "Go ahead." .
-"I sweep the snow and learn from red-violet," I sobbed.
In our hearts, there is still an unfinished part. "When I sweep snow, I actually sweep karma. To use snow as a metaphor, I actually defile the snow."
Master leaned forward deeply, folded his hands and read a sentence clearly and brightly, Amitabha. That humble heart, like the sea, is still printed in my heart.
After seven nights and eight days behind closed doors, Master gave me a special ceremony before I left. When I packed my bags and walked out of the basement, I found that Master had personally picked up a broom to clean the car parked in the temple, and the snow was 20 cm. This master graduated from China Buddhist College and became a monk according to Yongxin, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. He often listens to the teacher, and his martial arts are extremely high, and his Zen is wonderful. He led a delegation to speak for Shaolin in several countries and was received by leaders. What can I do to win his favor?
Pure land once again appeared in the flower of tears.
May all sentient beings go home, and may my five relative disabilities caused by arrogance before, as well as my renewed heart, words and deeds, and my yearning for everything, including taking every lecture and homework seriously, make up for the missing heart.
After leaving Zhengzhou, the second stop of the retreat was to visit Wuxi and be taught the Eight Official Pavilion precepts and the Five Commandments for one day and one night. On this basis, I don't want to eat the season, I don't like flowers, I'm not solemn, I don't sing and dance, I don't sit in a big bed. Including eating, we put vegetarian dishes on the stool and squat down to eat. Because we didn't talk all the time, we went to gargle after dinner. The volunteer brother of the Dojo brought us cups and washbasins, and then leaned over to get mouthwash to protect us from fasting. Once again, I saw a selfless and altruistic bodhisattva in tears.
One day after class, the grandmother who opened the door in Zhaitang bowed down and smiled. At the moment I opened the door, I clearly saw the vivid appearance of Bodhisattva ascending to heaven before my eyes. During that time, I saw that everyone couldn't help bending down and putting their hands together. I even want to kneel down and worship, just like Master Xuanhua's hometown in Northeast China, rising naturally and without affectation.
The period of closed doors is coming to an end. After receiving the mail, my salary went up. Soon after I returned to work, I was very happy to be promoted. Later, the fate of disobedience, one born and one died, including work and family. Almost all sentient beings in work and life treat my practice rationally and kindly and respect it. Every workplace has become a Dojo. This heart has gradually realized what projection is and what a heart lake is, and can even finish this homework in today's busy working state.
In this world, there is really no one who is not a bodhisattva, and there is no place where Mahabharata flowers are not in full bloom. As long as the heart really realizes the pure land, the heart is the Buddha, that is, the heart is the Buddha.
May this incarnation drum awaken all confused and inverted sentient beings, and may this incarnation drum awaken all sentient beings' original awareness of Bodhisattva. The middle of the lake does not move, and the geese have no intention to come, go without staying, come without going, and disappear without a trace. May I get rid of the habit of being in a daze, continue to cultivate pure love and carry out altruism. My heart will be open, and I will complete the heart-to-heart interaction with all sentient beings until my heart sinks into the sea and go home together.
I hope that we children can understand every instruction of the guru, get rid of all drama theories and the vastness we can get rid of, end our wandering in the curtain, find the real warmth of this heart, see ourselves, see the world and see all beings. May we all be carefree, carefree and fearless. Stay away from the upside-down dream, what is nirvana. Hum, Amanda Gabang!