Actually, because of some objective problems in reality, make some yogi heart also started the helpless, they must obey your precepts, and have to face some layers of spite in the reality, make the mind and the soul cannot be detached ecig reviews, the anxious and depressed in the melancholy, in their eyes, obstacles, and became a do not climb the accumulation of broad and profound dharma, and hard to hold up the world broken hearts, and in extension, only despair and renovation of works, can do every day, also just speechless to worship the Buddha of extensive and profound, and that night QingDeng under incoherent. In this way, the myriad of utterance is the life in the world.
 
At the moment, the great Buddha, quietly watching his believers, see them in the clusters of mission on static number of helplessness and confusion of the heart, perhaps, only he knew, in the diversified world,  is to use sincere soul International Relocation , to touch the boundless dharma, put down the unrealistic desire in my heart, to have true harmony and happiness. He founded Buddhism. Wish one day can influence the has qualitative change of the earth.
 
And this desire and hope, in my opinion is just a well-intentioned deception, because people heart yearned for the good, and can't leave a in accordance with the trust reenex, therefore, human generations still open the beads of various materials such as the open his own soul. Desire to a space-time in spirit in the bleak.
 
Those are the open feelings, wounds of heart, drops blood coagulation on the string of beads. So, make the buddhist's string of beads seem mysterious and solemn and stirring. And when I open space at the moment the distributing characteristics of ebony burging beads, may be not enough practice, just realized rosewood turn round and open people sorrowful mood.
 
An ordinary heart, in your own life is relatively clear ratio time, unavoidably get blown, also hard to avoid can want to good. May even make sense of spiritual awakening of consciousness, but, this is just the occasional flash lapses, blurred in the brain. Eyes can and with the place, just the slightest touch of life, and these superficial sense, just moment mirage in the world.