Who was I who had never been born to me, who was I when I was born, who was I when I was born, who was I when I grew up, who was hazy in the eyes.
My face will eventually grow old, my body will eventually be reduced to ashes, and my power, position, and money will eventually be lost. It's not mine. This in itself is all dependent arising and extinction, caused by karma, and dependent arising is the combination of material combinations, and dependent arising achieves the relationship between wealth, status, relatives, friends, and enemies and me.
When the fate is extinguished, it is separated and scattered like the decomposing leaves, the scattered feast guests, and the lost relatives. Think of these as my beings, which are actually just: like a dream bubble, a temporary carrier.
The energy of my soul may eventually dissipate, and my soul will scatter. Only by returning to the nature of the original point and becoming one with all things, I am what I am, what is I am, I am emptiness, and emptiness is me. Talent can not be born and not perish, not come and go, such as come.
Only when the world is just and Bodhidharma is great compassion can we be one.
Your discriminating mind of mine can only be more and more solidified and divided into a false me, and the ideal mind creates a temporary discriminating mind and the willpower to inspire the cause and effect of me. I would soon be gone with nothing, something that never existed.
Our once neglect went away in an instant.
Like my father's death, Ho has come and gone. The fate of this life has been exhausted, why will it be born again, and when will it come again?
Compassion in the same body will last forever.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > All that has a law of action is the sum of causes and conditions, and when dependent arising arises, there is no such thing as a cause. </h1>
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