The Goddess Of Mercy With Thousand Hands And Thousand Eyes

In mind, countless arms stretched out and hit the world, “It’s me, I’m here”
God said, “It’s you, and not you”
“It isn’t me, why a thousand eyes are so stunned”
“It isn’t me,why a thousand arms stretched out into the distance and then returned to me”
One eye told me what the dense scriptures verify
One arm opened me with, even if it’s dead and desolate again
Does it matter to me to stop in the vast universe? What falling in the void opens the door or not is the running water. Willing to give birth to the metaphor oneself is to give birth to a happy marriage bed in this world, and let a thousand flowers bloom and embrace the sarira with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes in a place of eternal youth.The world flies in the vast Buddha light, I tear open the secrets in the shadows and plant good wishes. The naked body feels the closest contact with the Buddha light, warm and round. The illusion speaks of the mysterious realm.The splashing rain comes from the sea of heart and returns in blessings. The bones of the curtain call have immortal ghosts, and looking in the direction, they are the dead knot of the source.I can’t express my sorrow and pity when I hold my broken heartache heart
I hold out the longing in dryness, the wind brings the fragrance to the distance
Extinction is birth, birth is death and Yin and Yang grow mutually