Chapter 13 Flowers and trees in the world, don't dye my love field

What is the daily use, when you are tired of singing, you can sit in meditation. At this time, listen to a Sanskrit sound and shut the floating dust out of the door.There is only the clear and bright moon hanging by the window, which is very close to people and far away from people.Since ancient times, everything in the world has gone through so many vicissitudes. Many things that were once pure and beautiful have been covered with dust.No matter how we wipe it, it is impossible to return to the original color.Even the green hills of thousands of miles and the long river of hundreds of generations will change with the passage of time, leaving traces of destiny.Only that cut clear moon, round and missing, missing and round, as always, does not change the slightest appearance for anyone.

A friend told me that she would meditate for half an hour every morning when she woke up.I think I am a quiet person, but it is absolutely impossible for me to sit quietly for such a long time every day.Not to mention every day, even if you spend a short day in meditation, I'm afraid it will be a bit embarrassing.I asked her what she was thinking about while she was meditating.She told me to think about everything in the universe, the moon and stars, and all living beings in the world.She also said that in the past, it may have been more related to the self, but now when she sits in meditation, what she thinks most about is the peace of all beings.After I heard it, I was moved, because I clearly saw a heart, so compassionate, so clear.She does not believe in Buddhism, nor does she practice Taoism. Meditation is not Zen meditation, but she has a Zen mind and a heart of compassion.I believe that a person who meditates must have clear and dust-free eyebrows, and her eyes should have a cleanliness that ordinary people dare not stare at.

Time is a knife, so in this world, there is no life that is not slaughtered.And those who are greedy for prosperity will lose more, and those who are pure and inactive will lose less.It's just that there is a doctor who walks the rivers and lakes with a medicine box on his back, hanging pots to help the world all the way, saving the injured people.And the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform will tell us that he has boundless magic power and can save sentient beings from perdition.At the end of life, we must return to plainness and simplicity. The turmoil experienced in the process is just a deep stroke for the plain ending.

Occasionally reading the poems of Qi Ji, an eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty, made me feel that his plain and simple life was so peaceful and comfortable. "What is the daily use? When you are tired from reciting, you can sit in meditation." On weekdays, he only needs to recite poems, and sit in meditation when he is tired. There is nothing else.A few simple lines of poetry make the image of an old monk come alive on the paper, vivid and real.Elegant aspirations, a calm Zen mind, and a life without seeking are common and natural to him.But for you and me in the world, such a life seems to be a luxury.The turbulent world, how much busyness, how much running around, makes us almost forget that there will be such a quiet corner in this world, where we can temporarily rest our tired soul.

It is said that an inch of time is an inch of gold, as if all the time should be used properly, so that it is not considered wasted.However, when you calm down, watch a leaf fall silently, watch a bee perched on a flower stamen, watch a stick of sandalwood burn gradually; or drink a cup of tea, and an unknown passerby, if If there is nothing to gossip about family affairs; time flies by, but at this time, you will feel that time is wasted, and it is not a pity at all.Because we taste the true taste of life, these insignificant details are the touch of life.However, the turmoil and weather brewed by the rivers and lakes are like a wide prison, trapping our sober and simple thoughts.

This is an era of abundance and fullness, with too many temptations in front of us, making the drunk even more drunk and the awake even more sober.A rich person actually possesses a lot of splendor in the world, but he often feels empty and lonely.A barren man, what he gets is only a few meager pieces, but he has a kind of contented happiness.One thing, one style, one person, one temperament. Everyone in the world of mortals has a pursuit of self. From different starting points to different ending points, the journey is different, and the truths he realizes are also different.It's just that the space for imagination is getting narrower and narrower, the flying distance is so short, even dreaming requires courage.

The so-called leisure is the master, maybe we should seal up Polygala, store it with leisurely mountains and rivers, and play freely in the cup.Watching a misty rain, from the beginning to the end; watching a butterfly, from the chrysalis to the broken cocoon; watching the buds of Kazuki, from blooming to falling flowers.Not for poetry, not for elegance, not for meditation, just to make life as plain as a glass of boiled water and as simple as a bowl of porridge.Maybe only in this way, life will be less lost and more wishful. Reading Qi Ji's Zen poems again seems to add a sense of clarity.The days are as clear as water, and the people who come and go are just doing helpless work for their respective destinations.This eminent monk in the Tang Dynasty had also tasted the smoke and fire of the secular world. It was only because of a deep Buddhist relationship that he was ordained to become a monk and lived a life of meditation and detachment in the mountain temple.Converted to Buddhism, but fell in love with chanting, enjoying the joy of harmony between poetry and Zen in the elegant style of poetry.In this life, I have worn my straw sandals and roamed freely in the mountains and forests.He is the author of "The Collection of White Lotus". The white lotus is related to the Bailian Club initiated by Master Huiyuan in the Eastern Jin Dynasty in Lushan Mountain Temple, and also related to the lotus image in the "Lotus Sutra".Lotus and Zen Buddha have an inseparable cause and effect. Like a book, there must be page numbers; like a painting, there must be shades; like a poem, there must be rhymes.

Zen Master Qiji spent his whole life in the realm of poetry and Zen, meditating, sitting quietly, realizing, and proving the mind.Despite all the vicissitudes of life, his heart is still as innocent as yesterday, his soul is clear, and he regards all things as pure.He is so free and easy, he doesn't need to swear for a certain love, he only lives in a bodhi time with a simple heart. "Jianghua and fragrant grass, don't stain my field of love." Let the world be full of beauty, but he does not hope that there will be such a flower seed sown in his field of love.Because it is as light as him, it is destined not to sprout, blossom or bear fruit.He only stayed in the days of meditation, sitting on the futon, making friends with poetry and tea, until he passed away in Jiangling at the age of eighty.

Eighty years, what a long time, for an ordinary person, there should be too many wind and frost engraved on his mottled wrinkles.As for Qi Ji, the wrinkles on his face are like a simple painting with only a handful of clear lines.Maybe life is really not long, but it doesn't have to be, I have to taste the taste of life in a hurry.It's better to stay calm in the colorful world of mortals, return the color to the years, and give the purity to yourself. Life is like this, cutting out the complicated and making it simple, abandoning the false and keeping the true, letting go of hatred and keeping love.If it can be exchanged, let the drunk wake up and let the awake get drunk.Perhaps in this way, they can blend with each other, like a jar of sealed cellar wine, mixed with half a cup of flower dew, and a sip, the thickness is suitable, pure and clear.