Empty Valley Echo Useless Thoughts

There is no time in this world.

The essence of time is movement.

The movement of oneself, the movement of everything around.

When my movement stops, my movement will turn into ashes.

His movement will begin again.

So the endless cycle begins over and over again. It’s just that I no longer exist in this world. Of course, no one knows what lies beyond the ashes.

Some people say: Why do we always think about these useless things?

But I want to live more clearly.

The Buddha said: Self-grasping means there is no liberation.

Buddha is the wise man who lives and understands. Don't be held back by "ego". You can always find self-satisfaction in the wonderful thoughts of liberation.

Buddha cultivates himself.

Today, there is no longer any appearance of Buddha. Only vague shadows were left shaking and erratic in the sunlight. Someone is imitating the Buddha's appearance in the shadow, but there is only darkness...

But I still think about the ultimate meaning of human beings.

Should I have no desires and demands, abandon "self-grasping", or should I insist on holding on to something that is the meaning of being a human being?

So I fell into a cycle and couldn't escape.

So I cannot become a Buddha.

After all, I can’t give up my emotions and desires.

The so-called reason is just another manifestation of persistence.

Both science and religion are the extension or contraction of the seven emotions and six desires.

People come from the universe. After all, we have to return to Xingchen Sea. It's just a matter of time.

Returning to the question of time, the essence of time is motion, so what is the essence of motion?

Isn’t it fun. Everything is looping in a closed circle with no exit. So someone has to stand up from the circle and stick out his head to look into the distance. But he found that it was not a flat circle but a sphere. Smooth and borderless all around.

Every point is the center.

Every point is an end point.

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We live in movement,

We recall the beginning of the movement,

We are afraid of the inexhaustible slowdown of the movement. help and weakness.

(Postscript)

Looking up into the distance, the stars are shining.

The distant red mark has not dissipated.

I have already turned pale and hobbled.

The moon rises and the moon sets, endless separation and gathering,

Silently waiting for the unpredictable changes in the darkness.

The frenzy of dreams overflows the frontier of the brain,

rushing towards the unreachable boundless emptiness,

whose words tell the past,

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Drifting in the desolation of carefree years.

The missed beauty is eventually scattered into endless loneliness.

From nothingness to reality, the true appearance has never been seen.

Descending from the unknown, looking for nothingness,

The red shadow is swaying, everything will be extinguished,

All things are endless, waiting for another A violent rage...