Once upon a time in a very nice city of ancient India, there were five blind young men were living together and getting along very well. They could share together many things they acquired materially and mentally. They could shared each other...
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A breath is a moment in time. There is no past and no future. A breath is like the refresh button on your computer. It clears the past screens and you start over in your Buddha nature. Somewhere in the guts of your machine the past karma lingers but it has nothing to do with you. As you follow your breath it is a space-time continuum; it has no mass but it has a rhythm. mu