Chapter 57 Meet practitioners who look like wildflowers in the mountains (55)

There is a kind of people who live as freely as wild flowers on high mountains, like Dianthus japonica and gentian of Alishan. flowers.Valleys, fields, trees, and streamsides are the dojos for his practice. Just like the Thutanga monks in the time of the Buddha, and even in modern Thailand, they chose to practice in remote and secluded places, or wandered in the forest all their lives.Nature always has a wonderful magic power, which attracts many people who are committed to pursuing a higher level of spirituality, away from the crowd, to experience life and seek truth in it.These practitioners who take nature as their home present another life style that transcends the world.

In the materialistic and ever-changing 21st century, I am very lucky to come across such practitioners.He is the abbot of a mountain temple. There are not many monks in the temple, and they come from ten directions. He allows them to place orders, work hard, come and go, like white clouds in the sky, and flowers bloom and fade in front of the court.What about himself?Every corner of the mountain is his world. Sometimes he meditates by the river, and when the flood comes, the stones for meditation are washed away, and he changes to another place, as if this is a perfectly natural thing. That day, on a whim, he said that he would take us to the place where he studied.

Curiously, we followed him through the Yangchang mountain trail between the cliffs and the thick grass taller than a person, and came to a small world in the valley. There were shaded trees above and piles of rocks underneath. On one of the boulders was a chanting stand. He took out classics, notebooks, etc. from the plastic bag under the tree, and took out mineral water from the cracks in the rocks. Come on, say proudly that he "hidden" these things.He chanted scriptures, meditated here all day long, and observed the impermanent changes of nature. It was not until evening that he strolled back to the temple in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Seeing him concentrating on spiritual cultivation in the nature contentedly and contentedly, I can't help but be deeply envious. "Would you like to meditate on the rock?" he asked.So we climbed up the cold boulder and sat in lotus poses.The breeze is gentle and the flowing water is gurgling. At this moment, the red dust is rolling down the mountain, but the mountain is peaceful and quiet. "The mountains are heavy, the pine smoke curtain, under the empty forest, the Pantuo stone, there is a monk on the stone, crossed his knees, chanting the White Lotus Sutra, from dawn to dusk... We met by chance, did not know each other deeply, and knew that we were ancient people , today's people?" This Chinese Zen poem describes how much he resembles this practitioner who is like a mountain wild flower!

After all, the meaning of Buddhism cannot be obtained from the study of a small room, but from the training of the heart.Then, why not set off to return to nature, start reading your own heart, and talk to the Buddha! (This picture is provided by Wu Xiaodan)