#Second Buddha

[mysterioushimachal]

Explore the Sacred Guru Padmasambhava Cave in Nesang | Kinnaur

Nestled in the serene landscapes of Nesang, Kinnaur, in Himachal Pradesh, lies the Guru Padmasambhava Cave, a site of profound spiritual significance. This sacred cave, also known as the “Heart of the Gods Cave,” is revered as the meditation site of Guru Padmasambhava, the esteemed Indian sage credited with bringing Buddhism to Tibet in the 8th century. The Guru Padmasambhava Cave attracts…

[yamsgarden]

ohmygod this litterally took me 5 months, I'm never fully coloring another ror comic ever again XD Unless it's 2 panels and has only 1 or 2 characters

idk why i have this obsesion in rendering things, i rly wish i'd stick to B&W sketches OTL Anywho, here's the joke, Usachan boxers T0T

[cunty-v1-from-second-life]

fishin'

[hellany]

♡Forgot to post these comics here♡

[t00thpasteface]

learned something fun and a little disturbing on the wikipedia app while i was scouring the asian grocery for ramen ingredience and had to make a comic out of it...

the judas' ear mushroom grows on the kind of tree where judas is said to have hanged himself, and technically it's not the same species (only same genus) as the kikurage you see in ramen buuuut it's hard to make small talk around jesus' weird friend who got out of hell on good behavior so imo you can forgive buddha for blurting out the first thing that comes to mind

[somestorythoughts]

Looks at this pretty divine doggo!!

[galactic-empress]

BHUTAN 2023 💕💕💕

[marsmad]

I apologise now for the person I will become if we get this song on tour 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[peacemore-springs]

The Three Rings of Buddhism

The three rings of the bell. The first ring signifies the Buddha. The Buddha is calling to you to turn your attention towards his teachings. The second ring signifies the dharma. The teachings themselves are asking you to concentrate your thought and relieve yourself of the constraints of this world. The third sustained ring of the bell is the Sangha. It is echoing the strength and oneness of what a collective teaching continues to shine approval upon and make true.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The Saint of Bright Doors

a surreal Sri Lankan fantasy about colonialism, revolution, mixing fantasy with the modern world

follows a man raised by his mother to kill his father, a god-like cult leader

but as an adult he puts aside his life of violence and moves to the city for a quiet life

he becomes fascinated with ‘bright doors’ around the city that never open and have no other side, and joins a group studying them to find out more

and a support group for those with divine heritage that becomes increasingly revolutionary, until the task he was made for reemerges and his life upends

[gendervapor14]

wrote a lil fic for everyone's favorite bovidae...

title: life of a paper shredder rating: G category: gen content warnings: major character death status: complete! oneshot, 2,327 words characters: sengoku's goat, rosinante, sengoku, tsuru, law additional tags: canon compliant, canonical character death, the goat does not die!! zoan devil fruits, angst and feels, POV multiple, promises summary: “You be good to Admiral Sengoku and keep him company while I'm gone, and I’ll let you eat a copy of my final report. Promise?”

a companion breaks no promise.

read the full thing here:

[therosevest]

i want to make it clearer than anything that i hate nintendo world at universal more than anything ever and i hope it literally explodes some day i hate it i hate it and i hate everyone who goes there. except for my butch cousins but that's IT

[kratos-houseofmead]

Zerofuku vs Buddha!

[cave-monkey]

Tripitaka, when confronted with the most indescribably beautiful young woman on the planet: >:( Hey! Wukong said there weren't any people around here!

[fredless-george]

Mary was a different girl Had a thing for astronauts Mary was the type of girl She always liked to play a lot Mary was a holy girl Father whet her appetite Mary was the type of girl She always liked to fall apart

30 seconds to mars- buddha for mary

📷 Isabel LaRosa

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 4: Revisit

Narrated by Lingwu.

~Content Warning: animal abuse~

Narrator: I travel around in Cloud after leaving Yue Prefecture City.

Narrator: I listen to policy debates at Cloud Capital Academy, and I work alongside farmers in the countryside.

Narrator: The distant desert of Lor River carries in its depths beautiful legends, and the smoky rain of Zither River plays like a piece that never ends.

Narrator: On my trip, I run into disasters and epidemics, and I bear witness to peace and celebrations...

Narrator: Just when I think I have grown more worldly, I find myself still clueless when I'm back at Yue Prefecture City.

Narrator: It is New Year's Eve when I return. There aren't many people out on the streets because most people are enjoying their time with families at home.

Narrator: Snowflakes fall on the renovated streets, and people's homes are shining with warm lights. The years that have passed seem to have healed the wounds of war.

Narrator: It's then that I see a man lying on the roadside... right in front of a clinic. Strangely enough, nobody knocks on the clinic's door for him.

Narrator: I help him stand up and knock on the clinic's door, and out comes a child. When the child sees the man, he immediately wears a disgusted frown.

Child: Sir, please just leave him alone! He's done all the bad things you can possibly imagine, and he's just going to keep harming people if he's back on his feet!

Lingwu: But he needs help, and your family runs a clinic...

Narrator: The child, however, looks more upset now. He doesn't seem to want to hear any excuses.

Child: You can't treat a person who's rotten all the way down to his core!

Child: You see, this man broke into our clinic a few days ago when only Grandfather and I were at home, and this man broke my dog's legs when it caught him red-handed!

Child: My poor dog... Anyway, this man won't be getting any treatment from us!

Narrator: The boy slams the door shut.

Narrator: Looking at the man I'm trying to help, I grow hesitant.

Narrator: He reminds me of the young man I saved years ago... and the young man's devilish face and the faces of all those innocent people who died by his sword.

Narrator: Those innocent people died all for a deed I thought would be benevolent, but what about this time? Should I save this man?

Narrator: Would he end up inflicting pain on people again if I save him?

Narrator: I stand for a good few moments in the snow... until the man starts mumbling.

Narrator: He's trembling as his face grow paler by the second. Apparently awoken by the pain, he raises his head to look at me with imploring eyes.

Narrator: But I can't just leave him to die.

Narrator: I clench my teeth together and decide to carry him to a different clinic.

Narrator: Guess I'll just keep tabs on this guy and school him when he crosses the line again!

Narrator: The man wakes up two days later. I wasn't there when he woke up, but I'd asked a staff member there to tell the man what I expected of him.

Narrator: A few days later, I see the man personally going back to the first clinic to apologize to the family.

Narrator: His apology doesn't sit well with the family, however, but the man isn't upset. He even chops firewood and leaves it at the clinic for the family to use.

Narrator: He finds a daytime job and spends his very first salary buying rice and noodles for the orphans living at a local temple.

Narrator: When I see him praying to the Buddha statue, it seems to me that he's really learned his lesson.

Narrator: I'm observing him from the temple's hall, showered in the fragrance of sandalwood and the cozy sunlight. It's a moment of relief.

Narrator: This reminds me of the old monk.

Narrator: We were never able to communicate through language, but I still learned a great deal from him during the 10 years we spent together.

Narrator: On cozy afternoons filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, the old monk would caress me again and again. His wrinkled hand had a shallow scar on it.

Narrator: I wanted to lick it for him because the scar reminded me of what I had done to him. With a smile on his face, he carried on stroking my head.

Monk: Don't let the past bog you down. Let things happen naturally without asking what's going to come out of them.

Monk: It's only when you are able to do so that you're truly free.

Narrator: I didn't know what he meant then, but having come full circle, I finally understood what he was trying to tell me.

Narrator: That was a nice, cozy walk down memory lane. It feels like I'm still standing in the hall, listening as a monk knocks on a temple block.

Narrator: I never thought about what would happen when I saved the chick from falling out of its nest, nor did I expect the mountain cat to give me anything in return.

Narrator: When the old monk saved me in the snow, he had no idea what would become of me down the road.

Narrator: Nobody can tell what's going to happen, so we should do what we think is right instead of letting trivial worries stand in our way.

Narrator: The fluttering of birds' wings is so light and soothing that they put my mind at ease.

Narrator: So the answer has been with me all along.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5