Chapter 30 In the chaotic world of fireworks, plant a pure lotus

I vaguely remember that many years ago, I would inadvertently see a certain name or a certain website, which said "the ferryman of the world of mortals", these vivid words.There will even be a picture of a thin figure on the bank of plum trees and willows, ferrying a boat, slowly rowing into the vast misty water.After watching it, I was left with a feeling of desolation that "everything in life turns to nothing, and life and death are boundless".Because of this kind of imagery, how many people are nostalgic for the style of the water town. After a long time, it has become a dream in their hearts that they don't want to wake up.In fact, we are all ferrymen in the world, wandering in different cities and places, turning around water and mountains, and seeing off only the moon and stars in the end.

Maybe we shouldn't blame those who are swaying boats and are reluctant to dock for a long time. Maybe they are not greedy for the thousands of scenery on the water, but are afraid of the crowds on the red dust.A person who is used to loneliness and obsessively guards the silence, when he encounters the colorful spring scenery by chance, he will inevitably feel anxious and uneasy.This is not a kind of cowardice. You must know that many storms and disasters are supported by one hand.They always look at each other with their backs, because they can't bear to let us see the vicissitudes and wrinkles eroded by the years and wind, and the layers of scabbed cocoons.These are the scars left by time, exposed under the breeze and white clouds, and cannot be covered up.

When I read the Zen poems written by the eminent monks of the Song Dynasty, I seemed to have another idea about these ferrymen who were nostalgic for water. "Everything is as good as retiring. There is no certificate and no cultivation." The people Zen master advises are those who are greedy for worldly tastes and chasing utilitarianism. I hope they will not sink too deep in the dust and mud of officialdom.It should be known that taking a step back, the wind is clear and the clouds are calm, the sea and the sky are broad, and in the process of stopping, you can gradually stay away from the troubles of greed, hatred, and understand the true meaning of doing nothing.And "rest" refers to the time of one thought, when the thought starts, the world will roll, and when the thought goes away, everything will stop.Everything in the world has its true nature. Maybe thousands of years later, when you look back, the things in the past are still immortal.Are those ferrymen too reluctant to let go of the smoke and water, or are they tired of the dust on the shore and would rather do this unstoppable drifting?

Cishou is a deeply cherished, Yunmen sect monk in the Song Dynasty. He was born in Lu'an, Shouchun Prefecture (Anhui). His common surname is Xia, and his courtesy name is Cishou.At the age of fourteen, he was ordained and became a monk. Four years later, he traveled around the world in forests, looking for teachers and Taoism.After that, he lived in Huilin Temple, went to Tiantai Mountain, lived in Lingyan, and then retired to Baoshan by Dongting Lake.He is the first ancestor of Yuanjue.Author of "Ci Shou Huai Shen Zen Master Guanglu" handed down in four volumes.I can't remember where I read "Ci Shou Huaishen Zen Master Guanglu", I only remember that the flying literary talent is amazing, and the Zen charm flows leisurely in the ink and wash.Let me imagine time and time again that the eminent monk with a Zen staff in his hand, on the bank of the Bilu River, puts a wooden pole on the orchid boat alone, just to reach the Bodhi Dojo.Sleeping on stones and sleeping on clouds, eating grass and clothing on wood, isn't such a journey of dust a kind of attachment?Everything is like retiring and resting. Gains and losses in the world follow fate, and the long Zen road should also follow fate.I believe that he is as calm as a Zen master, he must understand Baiyun Wuxin, the reason why he is addicted to Zen is to save all living beings.

It is said that the world is psychedelic, sometimes knowing that it is a sin, but still committing unforgivable mistakes.The dust of desire falls on the world one after another, making everyone inevitably bear the weight of life.We are often forced by mundane things, want to let go, but are bound by ropes, want to stop, but find that we have gone too far, and it is impossible to turn back.After all, you are a mortal, desires are like running water, you hurt yourself completely, but the running water is still mellow and clear.On the autumn path with flying yellow leaves, we can't tell which hut will be our final destination, and we don't know who is the last person we can rely on.Destiny is an unreasonable bet. In the beginning of losing and winning, what is accepted is the ending of losing and winning.

So, it's not that some people don't want to regress, but that there are too many sharp edges in the depths of the world of mortals. When they are in the torrent and undercurrent, they don't know how to be indifferent.When you are tired, you want to let life and death quietly, let the entangled trivial matters bind you, no longer struggle, no longer ask the bottom of the unknown fate.When I feel helpless, I also want to visit an eminent monk, listen to him lecture on the scriptures and Zen, and use the Dharma to dust off the dust in my heart.The holy water in the release pool reflects the desolation of the world.I don't know if a person who has gone through the vicissitudes of life can return to his old body after sinking into a clear spring.If all encounters and partings in this world can be clean and consistent, then we should be grateful for the warmth bestowed by this world.

The Zen master said: "The moon of Bodhi is hung high on the bright window, and the pure lotus is planted deep in the troubled world." A round of bright moon hangs in the sky in front of the window.The bright moon will not be eccentric, and will not fall into anyone's house alone. There are thousands of courtyards in the world, all of which are shining with brilliance.If you and I are in troubled times, if you can't be at ease, you don't need to escape.To be a pure lotus flower, in the dirty soil, clean flowers can still bloom, revealing a faint fragrance.The so-called affliction is Bodhi. Since we cannot avoid the flames of burning, it is better to go into the flames and turn into ashes, which can be regarded as living and dying with life.

There is such a saying, put it to death and then live again.From this point of view, it is a bit more Zen.A person without a story, or a person who has never been as clear as water, cannot realize the supreme state of Zen.We are always looking for the final purity in the world, and hope that the people we love and the things we like are spotless, so that we can possess and share that flawless sweetly.But I don't know that after going through the sea and suffering from hardships, it is more worth cherishing by myself.What we want to do is not to dye a piece of white paper into a dark green color, but to slowly smooth away the scars with tender hands.True love is nothing to do with the past, just handing over one heart, warming each other in the cold, and being happy in sorrow.

The eminent monk uses his Zen poems to tell you and me that the Buddha is not nothingness, he is everywhere.Whether you are in the world or in hell, whether you are clean or dirty, he always follows you around like a bright moon.Let go of obsessions and be at ease.If you can't let it go, just continue to ferry across the river and sea. If you wake up, remember to leave the boat and get off the boat. In the vast world, there will eventually be a place that will take you in.No one is born a Buddha, everyone has Buddha nature, maybe ordinary you and me can also influence others with compassion.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and the wind and the moon are blurred.When one day we can't find each other, please remember that we once planted clean lotuses and shared the most extravagant happiness in the world.