human society confusion
If I follow Buddhism, meditation, whether can cut the human love, are human society confusion, in search of the past life? If not, presumably in the temple to the quiet contemplation of the realm, also can eliminate a moment please, salvaged a limpid and clear.
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I'm from the depths of red dust slowly come to the world, and to the insulating Buddhist temple, with a worldly thin cool, with a October vast Mou, coagulation full years portrayed in the heart of melancholy. The monk Temple clean self clearly. In Buddhist incense before a kind of thoughts, in a minute of time, let a charm of peace and wisdom, around.
Sound waves of ethereal Qingyue, floating in the Milky haze in the curl hit. The pilgrims, tourists have dissipated, the red walls and yellow tile Buddhist temple in the deep very lonely. Bursts of sound with the diversion of my pace and clearer, a noise impetuous heart, in the crisp sound in quiet down slowly, then Qingning overflowing.
Stepping on the thick stone Buddha Temple, around the tall bronze incense burner of a mansion, along the stairs and in the hall, swim step under the eaves corridor. The Buddhist temple in the evening mist, especially solemn, holy and briquetting.
In the corner, I suddenly found that white and black statue, take a closer look, the original is released the dove temple, rest in red paint the railings on the quiet. I was worried about a sudden visit will rouse them a commotion and upset, and I gradually found, my freedom to walk on their side, they were very calm and ignore my existence. I was envious of the group released the dove, so serene happiness to enjoy life in the quiet beauty.
Bai Luomei said: "the people, on the back of the pack is the traveler, to lay down their luggage to find a home."
Life time, numerous living beings but the dead is the passer, all the experience, but is a flashy smoke. Put everything down, bearish, we can find a quiet place in the world, soothe tired heart, fold. With their feet to measure happiness, let happiness stand on solid ground and I hand in hand; go over the rough, let the pain in the top of a page into a verdant, to the heart of a little greenery, to meet every morning sunshine, enjoy every evening twilight. A process for the inner landscape, with rain and abundance, for a period of time, because their hearts yearning sunshine and beautiful.
