Chapter 58 Mahogany──Take yourself as the boat (56)

Every life has its own unique dance steps and rhythms, which I have experienced in this mahogany forest. is not that right?When the new spring begins and all the trees sprout and grow, only the mahogany leaves gradually turn red and fall, and the red leaves render the mountain scenery.Or burn the branches to illuminate the empty space; or fall like rain, covering the mountain trails.The whole forest is like autumn. "Stop and sit in the maple forest at night, and the frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February." In March, the fruit of mahogany is ripe. In addition to the fallen leaves all over the mountain, the huge ovoid capsules fall to the ground from time to time, making the sound of "Knock! Knock".When the wind blows, you can also see the capsules bursting from the trees, flying dozens of seeds with wings, spinning with the wind like bamboo dragonflies flying all over the sky...

In May after the acacia tree has finished blooming yellow clouds, the mahogany begins to sprout new green shoots.Not long after, tiny yellow flowers quietly bloomed on the treetops shaded by green leaves, exuding a honey-like sweet fragrance. In this mahogany forest, there are many lives dancing to their own rhythm. Once, I went for a walk in the forest as usual, and a charming singing came from the other side of the hill. It was a vicissitudes of life male voice, singing a Taiwanese song with a strong Japanese taste, as if recalling and reminiscing about the past life .In the silent forest, who is singing to the vast empty mountain?My partner asked me if I was interested in knowing.I turned around with a smile and walked in the opposite direction. I didn't intend to disturb him, I just wanted to let the singing in the wind continue...

Another time, I heard the sound of a flute in the forest. The sound of the flute was melodious, flying and melodious. It accompanied us briskly on the winding mountain road until the sunset, and it was still blowing in the evening wind... I think the relationship between the two How the state of mind is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers! Midsummer is approaching, and the mahogany forest is deeply shaded. Many cicadas sloughed on the tree trunks. Although no one is paying attention, the cicadas are still going through the process of emerging at their own pace. Life is so unique and irreplaceable; it is also so that the dead are like this, rushing forward.Looking at the changes of all things in nature, I can't help but pay attention to the steps under my feet. Have I found my own life rhythm and dance steps?

I think of the Buddha who said before entering Nirvana: "Take yourself as an island, a boat, and a lamp." How affirming the power of "self-refuge", if we can't return to ourselves, know and accept ourselves, affirm and improve ourselves, Find the way to live and work and the law of peace of mind, where is the real refuge? (This picture is provided by Wu Xiaodan)