only half a bottle of water.

Autumn rain outside the window, wet curtain with the wind. Autumn waters flowing down the hill to go -- the fallen petal. Window, case a few net, a strand of incense. A pen, a roll by, some ink mark. Room dust, the heart without dust, there are Buddha heart lie, where the monks Medicox.

No one is perfect, gold without pure gold, and defects is perfect. Who says the Buddha doesn't eat meat? Who says goddess of mercy is not prostitution? Turbidity is the turbidity of the flesh. Clear, is the clear of the mind. Body is mud, the mind is the lotus. No silt, which to the lotus? Buddha milk and enlightenment origin empty, guanyin whoring and prostitutes. As long as a great man can save another, does not have. One thing, one thing set a thief to catch a thief, also is the avenue Medicox.

Building is quiet, empty courtyard. Intermittent crowing bark, mountains green light smoke. The wutong rain lonely, the wind light without fragrance of osmanthus fragrans. JingRi recluse, like walking on the Banks of the river, watch cloud small rain, listen to the sound of your idle. Like to quietly smile, not sad not pleased, like all bearish, safe and secure. Curious each a little flower, take good care of every tree, grass, roots, are one of the nicety of life. There are wrong? No. Human have sadness? No. Ming the world heart, heart net, net world. Like the light township game, this side is xanadu, the shore is heaven on earth. This is a the xiangjiang river, thyme pinghu, one blue, the river quiet, the heart still water is moved Medicox. The water clear, and the water algae can see the spread of silk, swimming fish, fishermen gathered here. Form a quite large lake river, to the southeast, the fish clusters, is a paradise for anglers. I don't fishing, only wait. I only learn how to identify human life can be seen everywhere in the bait, beware that he was fishing, a dinner to others. Often watch the fishermen laughed: fishing on a corrupt official! There is no free lunch, will pay the price. Not greedy, had a chance to catch on.

Humid air, soft land. Walking in the rain, in the heart always have such a situation: it's a beautiful grassland, the head is the blue the sky was clear, the first step is the vast grassland, cattle and sheep, easily climbed up the hillside, wild flowers bloom in the green pastures, snow-capped mountains stood tall, streams gurgling flow with. The roof of the ancient manor, red yellow orange, riding a horse simple nomads, and frolicking in the grass thinks a child. That's a piece of pure land on earth, there are flowers everywhere and the fragrance of cow dung. Where on earth is not the pure land is, in fact, when life is not bliss. When the heart is empty, hell will turn into heaven. Love is a sweet pain, want to is a kind of happiness of sadness, is a kind of sweet melancholy. That sad melancholy is also transparent beauty, light and has the flavor of sunshine. Heart clean, no wind and rain, even in the rain, the only feeling in my heart is in the sky.

What am I? Hairy head monk, dressed in casual clothes. Arms wife, hand in dense, body is not static but to Harbin, not heart net net. Sex chanting, move bowels chanting, chanting when eating meat. Killing? The kill kill that shouldn't have killed a cockroach to a mosquito. That a bad mouse, isn't me personally crushed to death, and threw down the fifth floor? Buddha is not to say that: see Buddha to kill the Buddha, kill demons? Life was a phantom, with a sieve, persistence is the worry. Willfulness, optional, or no one, is nirvana. Buddha's body, the Buddha is the magic, magic is the Buddha, the Buddha not two. Practitioners and practitioners what respectively. Clearly no Buddha is the highest realm of heart, no Buddha in the heart, only the Buddha know. He is a Buddha, but also clearly what to do! All eyes in the mind of heaven and earth to rivers and lakes, moon and stars, as small as dust all bacteria are Buddha, Buddha also read? Buddha said, say that is wrong. A bottle full of water is silent, only half a bottle of water.