Grateful father of two ...

             

It seems that the two verses: "The vast sea filled with a mother's love is not your immense clouds smothering the father" has voice full Grateful father of two? ... 

Reverberation humming bass hero of temple bells echoes the Buddhist celebration as the children become awakened to reality to listen, to understand, to feel the love of the source of the father of two. He is the father of two parents. Below, just briefly thought experiments "Grateful father of two," said one of the four major Buddhist indispensable gift, would you mind opening the right surf show real understanding of this issue.

Happy studious are happy Buddha

 It seems that the two verses:

"Sea level is not filled with immense love for mother

Your immense clouds smothering the father " 
was told to complete Grateful father of two?

Happy studious are happy Buddha

As the sweltering summer sun is slowly pale dead, replaced by the crisp Autumn breeze started blowing past season faintly penetrate skin like flesh inside each one evokes a vague nostalgia lone Briefs gloomy. Reverberation humming bass hero of temple bells echoes the Buddhist celebration as the children become awakened to reality to listen, to understand, to feel the love of the source of the father of two. He is the father of two parents.

Parents are endless source of love, who was brought to the shape and pace of life; heart, blood vessels, breath, smile. The sweet lullabies-old mother from the cradle also will be collected along saying which of the time step on the road walks of life.

Her shoulders bobbing thin pillow

Rocking back and sing the words Heart

During an in-law to find out how much living so arduous, body wear skinny mom put in, how hard are bitter mother throwing shoulder on shoulder, mother withered away in the body, the hair strands of gray, the wrinkles on cheeks, crisp brown skin tinged with the mother of the sun, the wind of time. since I was a kid and now I have to grow up, even when you are near the mother and the child far away in the sky, the image inside the mother is always there, in the cold stormy night mom was painting prodigy mystery surrounded my life, the mother is more light for revelation to the children of the dark night, in bitter grief, in a miserable mixed bag. Under no circumstances mother always there to comfort me and encourage acceptance of the wings, the wings of faith and hope to improve our dreams of days fly high and far. 's true that:

Preterm premature to know

New child labor that samples from

Tam Hieu Buddhist Centre

Perhaps the heart of boundless love of his parents that only those who had a father, the new mother to understand fully the full bitterness misery and suffering in the road. If the mother's love gently, softly, the father's love is always discreet tough and stern:

Love you dad maximum percentage that

First night of white frost under arduous

Therefore my soul will be back, my heart turned to cold, and also in the collection of my heart incipient numbness cramps aching pain, my leg buckled fall, the tears poured himself offers for listening My father's father's serious illness when I was very young. A numb the pain gradually cut into the skin on the meat in my heart that my heart tangled, choked sob, as well as time wore away at father I have to suffer the pain, time is slowly robbing breathing, heart beat of my father that there was no way to save. 'My Father ... Father father's deep voice, but now my lips as cramps again, the child how happy people around me to rejoice over their chest rose petal is set forever, my own pitiful tears to receive a bouquet of white roses, the color of mourning, the mystery of the human person have unfortunately no father. lonely child lost in the joy of everyone, much as I want to run away to escape the sad reality is scratched crushed my heart. The day mourning the father blew the resting place of thousands of stamp collecting is a lifetime that I can never forget this. On that land gloomy cloudy stormy swimming in the fountain off lim live love the most miserable day was the day I was not sitting at the center fathers, two hours to call Daddy! Three children injured immensely.

Around me everyone is crying ...

I only silent grief

To the tears flow

As relief right away and then

Sunset covered the grave

The place where the temple bell light

I found my lost father

The sky is lost ...

My Father is Buddha Shakyamuni, my mother is Guanyin

Parents, the months in which the strange land, the purple sunset and watch the tall green bamboo, said the boat people back and forth, my heart felt any sense of grace and nostalgia born of mother's father. True parental love, boundless treasures is not something that can be replaced, not a second pen can portray it all, just know that parents always gave us a sweet, prosperous always bring joy to round out the negativity, anxiety half life.

An immature behavior such as healthy father

Sage mother of stuff means deep sea

Despite offering up a life

Please complete description nor the students we

In the early days this Autumn things seem confused soul waking up collection, fall colors, fragrance collection makes our hearts as deposition, iron will to remember and give the flowers are hydrated enough cold of frost, a taste of heaven and earth, of the "heart of glass" to our success corolla and the Bodhi mind, dedicating attention to the second filial father of two words "his parents." It is like there, may function do the good and avoid the hold. At the same time, to be grateful father of two between the father and the mother, that the member feels cycle, the vast mind of each of us should take up silent prayers:

"Prayer brings this merit,

Looking over all,

Disciples and sentient beings,

Are full of Buddhist "  

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Parents make money like Buddha in the world! END=VIETNAMESE TRANSLATE ENGLISH BY=THICH CHAN TANH.THE MIND OF ENLIGHTMENT.WORLD VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST ORDER=VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST NUN=GOLDEN LOTUS MONASTERY=THE EIGHTFOLD PATH.NAM MO SAKYA MUNI BUDDHA.( 3 TIMES ).AUSTRALIA,SYDNEY.9/8/2014.