Strive for the glory of the world
One sand, one world, one leaf and one bodhi.
Leading to the Zen room
This is always a tortuous road.
Arrive at the seaside
But it is a smooth road for Jinsha to soften the sea and the sky.
blossom and fall of flowers
It is always accompanied by the changes of time.
changing
I have been writing about years and glory.
Kunxi Foying Nanhai Fan Jing
In this world.
Can be as profound and broad as Zen thought
Maybe it's just the sea.
Chanwansi people
Ocean Millennium
Different material forms
As far and deep as ever.
Scoop a spoonful of water from weak water.
For example, Ye Jia smiled at the Buddha flower.
Suddenly understand a spoonful of water.
Drink the worldly heart.
Wash the world of mortals.
Sitting on the beach
You can also sit like a lotus.
Prajna in the chest
Thinking freely in silence is followed by thousands of images.
Landscape vegetation is Buddha.
Spring flowers and autumn moon are poems.
I am a talented person in the world.
In Buddhism, it is a lonely cloud wild crane.
Only eternity
Intercept in Qingyuan for a period of time
Sandwiched in the title page of the years
Leave a few pages of elegant and fragrant ink
In fact, rain only moistens the spiritual grass.
An empty door is only for those who can get through it.
Black heart without spirituality
No matter how hard it is rubbed, it can't be completely integrated.
Maybe everyone is born with a destiny.
Fate drew a line on the palm of your hand.
You are the lotus before Buddha.
Or the grass on the earth
It's already clear.
Fo Du You Ren Yuan
Not all ` people
Listen to Sanskrit with your hands and your ears in your hands.
Knowing marrow tastes empty.
Everyone is in the world of mortals.
They are all long-distance ships.
Face the sea and cover the lonely sails.
Morning breeze and waning moon
The Buddha said that turning back is the shore.
But where do you want to dock?
Kneeling alone on the futon.
Lingshan Old League in front of Buddha
I used to walk along the beach together.
Red dust notes written by the waves
More or less colorful.
Phyllostachys cangshanensis
Locked by the door of an ordinary courtyard
How much happiness?
Zen is deep.
Has been unreasonably disappointed by the meager time.
Since I can't control my youth.
Miss the flowers of yesterday.
How can I miss this pot of tea today?
A fire of red charcoal.
Boiling clouds and boiling water
A teapot
Brew meditation.