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佛教故事
BUDDHISM STORIES

I sit here to meet stillness, now depart again,
to get lost in my emptiness, wearing the misunderstood flattery l have been used to.
like a drop to an ocean.
I sit here to salute reality, to uncover the wisdom, Let it be the stabbing of glory that brings out the
to fight the delusion of ego, purity of the unprecedented,pre mortal, understand-
my self-igniting mind, ably unfortunate self,
my fragile affair have called happiness, and the the wondering eyes,
never ending cavalcade of rebirth. the hungry mouth,
the distressed ears,
The strong current of the river, the forgotten touch,
falls down these cliffs of uncertainty, the overreacted action,
and I wonder where I have gone wrong. the overwhelmingly lost feeling,
I recall myself in the mirror of my mind, the egotistical awareness.
and with each breath of Amitaba’s magical sacred name, and of course the destructive thought.
in the midst of my struggle for stillness,
the mirror dissolves in the vastness of infinity. The wonder of that smile rescues me again.
Interrogating the illusive self. It sweeps me away from this illusion,
towards purity,
A young master, with the same heavenly smile, to the shores of reality,
re-emerges out of this restless current, and the precious emptiness that carry within.
unleashed from all that existential delusion,
with a smile as big as an ocean, The crazy tiger mind,
as free as the wind, never rests in the playful, illusive, progression of
as grounded as the earth, courting and bending,
as passionate as the sun, never relies on the suddenness of mystery.
and as pure as water.
A smile that in whose presence, have no choice than The Buddha within needs awakening!
to surrender, and to drop all that is, I need to listen to the sound of silence.
so that I can find all that is not.

Single minded in dedication and wanting just to be, Cham Shan Temple
watering the seed planted in my nature, five day retreat May 1, 2017

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