In the ancient Tibetan legend, the Buddha once twisted a string of star and moon Bodhi with his fingertips, 108 seeds pouring out like a river of stars, each sunken "moon" is the mark of asceticism, and each raised "star" is the shimmering light of enlightenment.
Tea Horse Road pack team had it strung on the yak rope, the stars and the moon and sand together with the rubbing out of the pulp; pilgrims wrist it was moistened with sweat, rosary beads counted 100,000 times the long head knocking the piety of the earth. Those sunken "moon", hiding the prayers of the shepherds turn the mountain, raised "star", reflected in the ghee lamp flames.
This is not an ordinary tree fruit - when the craftsmen cut open the Yuanbao Bodhi seeds, star and moon intertwined lines just like the Mandala Altar City: the moon hole is the exit of reincarnation, the star is the seed of wisdom. Practitioners say that the gradual moisturizing process of the stars and moon when playing is like using the years as sandpaper, grinding impatience into a warm practice.
Nowadays, it is still reciting sutra silently on the wrists of urbanites. The twisting of the star and moon in the subway car, the seeds with pulp under the office light, continues the ancient wisdom of "borrowing things to cultivate the mind". When the fingertips touch those star and moon lines, perhaps you can hear a thousand years ago the chanting of the Sanskrit - "a bead of a robbery, turning mountains and turning water can not turn the cause and effect; star and moon is always there, see heaven and earth and finally see their own".
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