The woman said, waiting for you means waiting, and waiting for all sentient beings means waiting. Since we all have to wait, what difference does it make about who we wait for?
The monk put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. He lowered his head and smiled, "You are indeed interesting, much more interesting than chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name. But I have already promised to others, and I can't promise you anymore."
Then I will wait day by day, month by month, year by year.
So be it.
It is fate to cultivate Buddhism, and it is fate to meet me. Destiny comes and goes, but it is destined a long time ago, so why do you need to escape?
All conditioned dharma...
You see the peach blossoms in the yard turn red three times, and the snow covers the green tiles three times. This cycle of life has its destiny, why don't you just accept this destiny?
My path is already under my feet. Then you haven't seen yours clearly yet. At this time, I am not me in your eyes, but an obsession that you are unwilling to let go of.