There is a saying that carrying a bag is a passer-by, and putting down the burden is the destination. It's just that there are a few of you and me in the world who can put down the prosperous world, leave the world, pick flowers and laugh at the Buddha, cook tea and listen to the rain, forget the wind and dust, and the green clouds are not disturbed.
Smoke, rain and dust, step by step. In this life, I want to be a returner, not a passer-by, no longer drifting in the sea of clouds, far away from the community. The dust of Jiangnan awakened by a few rolls of lotus wind reminded me that the woman who used to play the piano and listen to the rain and splash ink and write pens has long been old and does not know where to go. Perhaps, in the wind and sand, never get old, only the heart is as pure as autumn water.
In the world, there are too many that do not belong to my prosperity. The red dust is everywhere, giving me a lively bustle, but I can't hide the loneliness and desolation behind it. There is no world phase, I just want to open a tea shop in Jiangnan, in an unknown alley, called Yunshui Zen Heart. After a few more days, I kept the years like water, and in a corner of the tea house, I opened a cup of world-flavored tea for all sentient beings. At dusk one day, or in the late autumn of a certain atmosphere, stroke a song of clouds and water to release the Zen mind, wait for the returnees who have gone far away, and set foot on thousands of rivers and mountains to find me.
The tea house I want, quietly located in some unknown alley, is not hypocritical or lively. In the tea room, there are countenances, tables, chairs, doors and windows, and on the wall hangs a guqin, a few ancient calligraphy paintings, and the Bogu shelves that have been shelved are full of celadons and antiques, scattered with bodhi and unknown flowers. The decoration of the tea room is not noble, but simple and quiet. Shut out of the door, only dappled sunlight and tiny specks of dust drifted down silently. Inside the gate is Zen heart cloud water, the world has forgotten the opportunity, and outside the gate is a thousand red dust, dressed in Chinese clothes.
The business of the small tea house may be very light, but as long as a few visitors are willing to put down the burdens of the world, walk into my tea house, listen to me stroke the heartstrings of Yunshui Zen, or quietly listen to an ancient song, boil me into tasteless Zen tea, forever like a lotus, quietly blooming, for me, it is the perfection of cultivation.
I would plant a tree around the tea house and then silently plant flowers under the tree. If a passerby rides by on a horse and stays in the garden, I will give her a flower, not for anything else, just so that she remembers that in the world, there is a place called Yunshui Zen Heart, which is my tea house, not for livelihood, only for the wanderers of the world, a resting place for tianya Pingke, and also for all tea guests in the world, and the dust has the Lord. People who are flat and stable can stop when they are tired. This tea house, where the ferry must pass, let them rest. Come here, drink a cup of Zen tea, listen to a Zen heart cloud water, watch a Jiangnan smoke and rain, and taste an apricot blossom past. The clouds outside the window strolled, the birds shuttled under the eaves, and just like that, in a brown time, the clutter was sorted out, and then, with a faint sandalwood, as if there were nothing, returned to the earthly world and continued the unknown journey. And this brief encounter, I can't remember, it doesn't matter anymore.
Walk on the red road and go alone. I will not leave, this teahouse, is my most peaceful place. Usually, casually flip through an old book, a person holding an old jade, describing a section of the Heart Sutra, or, boiling a cup of tea for the years, in the lazy afternoon sun, calmly grow old-------
"A Han Miscellaneous Sutra" Yun: There is a cause and a cause of the world, and there is a cause and a cause to gather the world. In this world, I think that anyone, sentient beings, also has a certain destiny with me in the tea house. Fate is regrettable, and fate is regrettable. Whether I come back or leave, I should be spoiled, quiet as water, and sincerely pray for everyone on every day when the clouds come and go.
Buddha: There are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and parting, hatred for a long time, can not be asked, can not let go. Perhaps, living people are wandering in the world, that is, to taste all the bitterness, in exchange for the last trace of sweetness. But let all the strife in the world one day settle and the water settle. On the road of life, it is a person's cultivation, in the familiar red dust, carrying nostalgia, a journey of mountains, a journey of water, anyone, there will be a tired time. Passers-by from afar, if you go to the end of the world, please enter my tea house and exile yourself to the time of tea. You will find that the countenance of the years has not changed its original appearance, and only the heart of the tea guest and the tea drinker have changed. The heart that has been tempered by the world has long been warm as jade, and the pity is simple and quiet. In a cup of tea, the honor and disgrace that was once cared for, the gains and losses that were calculated, or the love and hate that could not be put down, are no longer so important. Since then, the cloud cliff is wide, the still water is waveless, and the worldly backpack has been put down, and it can be so light as a breeze and be at ease.
Afterwards, I understood so deeply that tea has the fate of tea, the agreement of passers-by and guests, the vast sea of people, and all things in the world meet in the red dust because of the fate of a cup of tea. Diamond Sutra: The past mind is unattainable, the present mind is unattainable, and the future mind is unattainable. Not choosing sadness for yesterday's regrets, nor worrying about tomorrow's infatuations, in my teahouse, it won't be so. Tea has four virtues, joy and sorrow. The so-called Zen water Zen heart refers to a quiet and water-like realm in a Zen tea. In this world, any sadness is joy, and any loss is gain. Throughout the world, there is no one who is not suffering, but the real suffering is the heart. Born in one's own making, dead in symbiosis. Only by placing the present moment with a pure Zen mind as pure as a lotus can we calmly carry the rise and fall of all things and the dependent arising.
True compassion is because one knows how to have compassion for oneself. The abyss, life and death, are extraordinary. Everything in the dust, whether it was a cloth farmer or a prince and a general, was as usual, unable to withstand the passage of time. In the face of the years, we are not brave, and it will not be a selfless gift, even so, why should we carry the burdens of the world and rush to the end of the world like the wind. The hundred years of life are only a short moment, passing through the clouds. Like tea, it floats in the cup, and finally the dust settles, washing the lead.
Tea ceremony, there is a silent meditation heart, after understanding the hustle and bustle, everything is quiet. Like all earthly people, most of them covet the taste of worldly fireworks, and in order to survive, they drift like ants in the world, but they still cannot exchange for the most tranquil tranquility. In fact, you and I don't need to drift, heart sutra cloud: the mind is not hindered, no obstacle, no terror, far away from the upside-down dream, the ultimate nirvana. In this life, you and I do not have to be too attached, nor do we have to cling to cause and effect, as long as we give up distractions and have less worldly utilitarian hearts, we can reach the other side of purity as soon as possible. On the road of life, we must remember that at any time, the other shore is only one step away, the vast sea of people, the end of the world.
On the path of cultivation, at any time, there will be no one-way peace, but everything in the world has its own laws. We should be able to see ourselves and recognize the impermanent world. Just like tea, drifting in the boiling, it is also calm and calm. Meditate and meditate, and the future will remain as promised.