Some people say that poetry is useless. The ethereal nature of poetry is just a person's momentary state of mind. As long as you walk in the world, as long as you have desires, sooner or later you will be haunted by troubles.

There is a truth expounded in the movie "Hero": practicing martial arts can participate in Zen and enlightenment, and practicing calligraphy can participate in Zen and enlightenment. Ikebana, tea ceremony, and kyudo are also available....... Even the repetition of life day after day is forcing everyone to understand, it is just a difference in speed.

The Buddha told people that "the mind can turn things," that is, it comes as it comes. But didn't tell you how to turn? It's like people often say that time is God, and they can give you the answer, but they forget to tell you how much time to take. It's like the method I practice: words. My master told me that words can make a Buddha's eye, but he also forgot to tell me how many words can make a Buddha's eye.

I took words from the 26 Cross Heart Sutra to talk about all things in heaven and earth, and I wanted to let the hearts of people in this time and space get a little comfort, but who would have thought that people's hearts were unpredictable, but they were killed, and had to split ninety-nine with a sword. Jiujiu, who was less than three years old, was slashed by me with a sword, and it took a lot of ruthlessness to do this. Because of this, a lot of my own originality can't be original, and it loses its original function, which sounds like a man loses his sexual function. I don't know if the robot will detect the words sexual dysfunction and be banned again, but I'm afraid that it will be banned because of the two words banned. In this time and space where everyone has to listen to robots, it is also a sad thing to be a person standing between heaven and earth.

As for how to turn, the six ancestors said it well: change its name but not its reality. It is this thing that the mind and Buddha have no distinction between all sentient beings, and they have all the virtues of the Ten Thousand Dharmas equally, and when they are enlightened, they will be pure and clear. You're desperately trying to throw away your sixth consciousness, where are you going? Lotus Sutra cloud: It is the Dharma dwelling in the Dharma position, and the world dwells forever.

- Southern Division

People have emotions, people themselves are emotional animals, the most real emotions come from the love of parents, the love of husband and wife, the love of children, but this kind of love can not satisfy emotions, but to use a spiritual power to maintain, this spiritual power can come from religion and belief. Just as I believe in the "God of Fire", I believe that I am the "flint" of the God of Fire.

Sister Ailing wrote words on the water and called it "written on water", Grandpa Shikahashi engraved the words in time and space as "written onspace-time", I carved the broken thoughts on the stone as "written on stone", and Mr. engraved the words in my heart as "writen on my heart". There is also a sense of time and space in the article, a good article, like all good things, has a sense of reality in the present and place, but if the present is only limited time and space, then the characters and things are written according to the framework, just like the urban topography model in the exhibition hall, molded in a photo embedded in a flat frame, no one will look at it for a long time, let alone be crazy and crazy.

Today, I not only have to think about "the mind can turn things", but also think about these four words: the text goes far.

Mo picked up the old flowers

Only then did I know that someone had walked by

People can only experience it themselves

I know what the world is like

Mulberry picking in February knows the season

Only then did I know that silkworm flowers should be offered before hatching

But how many words to use

to piece together a Buddha's eye

Thousands of miles of desolation and haze are connected

Ask you where the spring is

The wind blew until dawn overnight

Cold rain steps dripping

The small window was wet with frost and tears

Whom the heart hates

Empty self-pity

Sigh for life

Ambiguity is ruthless

Folded the willows of the river

flint