We are all masters who have lost our color.
If you can't find it back, you won't be able to live in peace.
When the Buddha goes out of the east gate, he knows life, when he goes out of the south gate, he knows old age, when he goes out of the west gate, he knows illness, and when he goes out of the north gate, he knows death.
A wise man like Sakyamuni experienced four worlds before he understood the color of floating life.
What about them?
Is it really enough...?
Conception: