Chapter 3 Ⅰ-3

twenty one (I) "Why do you make these preparations endlessly?"—I asked the mind—"Is someone coming?" The mind replied, "I am too busy collecting things and building tall buildings to answer such questions." I meekly folded back to do my work. When things are piled up, when the seven wings of his mansion are completed, I say to my soul, "Isn't that enough?" Mind opened his mouth and replied: "It's not enough to accommodate—" He stopped talking. "Hold what?" The mind pretends not to hear. I guess the mind does not know the answers, and suppresses doubts with endless work.

One of his mantras is: "I have to be more prepared." "Why do you have to?" "Because it's amazing." "What's the big deal?" Again the mind was silent, but I must have him answer. With contempt and exasperation, the mind said, "Why do you keep asking about such nonsense? Pay attention to the big things that are right before your eyes—fights and wars, armies and weapons, bricks and mortar, and the countless workers." I thought, "Maybe the heart is wise." (Ⅱ) Day by day the wings of his mansion multiplied—the boundaries of his domain expanded.

The rainy season is over, and the dark clouds have become pale and sparse; the bright time passes in the rain-washed sky, like many colorful butterflies flying on an invisible flower.I became so obsessed that I asked everyone I met, "What music is there on the breeze?" A vagabond came down the road, his raiment as wild as his manner; and he said, "Listen, the music of the One Who Comes!" I somehow believed him, and blurted out, "We won't have to wait long." "Here we are," said the madman. Back at work, I boldly said to my heart: "Don't do anything!"

The mind asks, "Any news?" "Yes," I replied, "the news of the descendant." But I did not know how to explain it. Xin Xin shook his head and said: "There are no banners, and there are no gorgeous guards of honor!" (Ⅲ) The night was about to dissipate, and the stars dimmed in the sky.Suddenly, the touchstone of dawn dyes everything gold; There was a shout from the crowd—"The messenger is here!" I bowed my head and asked, "Is he here?" The answer seemed to sound from all over the world: "Here we come." The heart said angrily: "I haven't sealed the dome of the building yet, everything is in disarray."

A voice from the sky: "Tear down your mansion!" "But why?" asked the soul. "Because today is the day of the Advent, and your mansion is in the way." (IV) The towering edifice collapsed in the dust, everything was messy and broken. The mind looks around, but what can it see? Only the morning star and the lilies bathed in morning dew. Besides, what else?A child leaves its mother's arms and runs into the empty morning light, laughing loudly. "Is it just for all this that people say this is the day of the Advent?" "Yes, it is for all this that people say there is music in the air, and lights in the sky."

"Is it just for all this that people claim the world?" "Yes," came the answer, "mind, you wall yourself up, and your servants toil and enslave themselves; but the whole world and infinite space were created for this child, for this new birth. .” "What did that child bring you?" "Hope and joy to the whole world." The mind asks me: "Poet, do you understand?" "I left my job," I said, "because I had to have time to understand."