BUDDHA is everywhere, from the temple where I pray in every day to the temple on which I sit on Sunday mornings to the daily meditation and prayer in the church where I read the Bible and meditate.
I’ve come to understand it more than I ever imagined I would, and in some ways I think I’m learning more about the religion every day.
I don’t think I’ve really ever been more aware of what it means to be human.
But I also think I can never truly understand the religion if I don’ t know the truth.
I can understand it if I’ve known all the right things, but if I haven’t known what I really know, then I am just a follower, and I am in the minority.
Buddhism has been around since ancient times, and for many years the religion has been largely misunderstood.
I know that my own experience with Buddhism has helped me understand it, but I also want to know more about what it really means to me.
I want to understand how I’m able to relate to people who feel alienated by their religion, and how I might have a different experience if I understood it better.
I understand that Buddhism is a religion of peace and understanding, and it’s important to me that I understand what it is to be a person who wants to be in love and to live a life of happiness, even though that happiness is not necessarily a spiritual one.
Buddhism and spirituality I was born and raised in India, and my family is very traditional.
I was brought up in a very traditional home.
I spent a lot of time with my parents, and they would come home and stay for a few days.
My father and I were taught by my grandfather, the Dalai Lama, about the importance of loving our mother and our father, and he taught us to live in harmony with them.
I also learned about my grandmother who died when I was just a baby.
I have a lot more in common with my grandmother than with many people in my family, because she taught me that it is okay to feel the pain of others.
My mother died of cancer, but my grandfather and I didn’t know that until we were older.
My grandmother and I never had a family, so she had to learn how to be an independent person and to make her own decisions about how she lived.
My parents didn’t even have children when I grew up.
They lived by themselves.
I grew to love Buddhism when I realized I was different.
When I went to India, my parents came to visit me and my sister.
When my mother passed away, my grandfather became my spiritual guide and teacher.
I had a great time with him, and when I got older, I began to learn about the teachings of the Buddha, who was revered as the founder of Buddhism.
I realized that my mother and I are connected with our Buddha through the teachings and practices of the great master.
I learned about this connection to my mother because she had a big, beautiful, green house and a big family.
When she passed away I was able to come home to that house.
I thought I was going to be alone with my mother.
I couldn’t understand how a beautiful green house could be in such dire need of upkeep, so I became very attached to it.
I felt like I needed to make it my home.
But as I grew older, my relationship with my grandfather changed.
My grandfather became a monk.
When he died, I learned that he was not a Buddhist, but a monk and a great scholar and scholar.
I found it extremely strange that a person of my family who had never met a Buddha before would become a monk, but it seemed that there was something very special about him.
I didn’ t realize that he would become the greatest spiritual teacher and leader of his time.
I saw a great deal of the same things that he did.
I started to think that my grandfather was a great teacher.
He taught me how to love my mother, how to understand my mother’s pain, and also how to make my life better.
He helped me to be kind to people, and to do the right thing.
I believe he taught me a lot about love and compassion, and a lot on humility and compassion.
I always thought that he taught love and that he helped people to be more compassionate, but what I discovered was that he also taught me compassion.
When we are in love, we have a tendency to think of ourselves as the only person who can love us, and then we think that we are perfect.
I think he taught that love and kindness are the greatest gifts in the world, and compassion is the most important.
I still think he was a good teacher and that his teaching helped me develop the same compassion that I did.
But even though I was so happy in that house and in my home, when my father died, my grandmother had a different way of thinking.
She didn’t see me as a person with