The waves of incense instantly immersed her in the middle of the secluded landsWith the soul of the ocean. At low tide, suspended, as one

The waves of incense instantly immersed her in the middle of the secluded landsWith the soul of the ocean. At low tide, suspended, as one
See : The urgency for them has now become clear : Disconnecting people, disconnecting them from their true nature. By imposing, through violent hammer blows
I am surprised this evening to notice how eating is the ideal opportunity to practice of sectarianism. Conversely, it is the perfect place for fair,
Praying yourself to sleep,Sinking in to the night,Pushed by one day’s shortcomings,And drawn by the next morning in the hope of right action. ©FJ April
It only takes faithIn the Consciousness Horse,Whenever he panics or gets confused by my wanderingsThere’s no need to bridle him on the left, to force
The Pure Land is in me,By sitting, I create itPlow it and open itTo disciples, to the Sangha,To the neighborhood, to the world. Find the