In the red dust, the heart is placed outside the red dust

"Body in red dust, heart in green mountains" | text: falling

"We are born sentient beings, not heartless things"

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It was a few weeks ago to visit the "Lao Jun Cave" with friends, and it was not easy to encounter such a sunny and bright day, and I got my wish.

It is still the peak of the mountain with the high branches and the white clouds, still the desert and green shrubs, still the old log house that is prosperous and full of vicissitudes, and the old jun is still kindly guarding the world, and the window is still the moss of the slope of The Bizensen.

Looking around at the endless and wordless green mountains, a silence, only occasionally the bells in the temple suddenly cut out of the air, which is both surprising and joyful, between thousands of rocks and valleys, for a moment the Law is solemn, and the clear aftersound is like the morning bell and twilight drum that points directly to the hearts of the people, there is no trace but everywhere.

The days in the mountains are simple, quiet, people are also affinity, whether they know each other or not, they will always nod their heads kindly, smile, and talk twice.

At the bottom of the mountain, the red dust churned, and in the seemingly bustling bustle, how much sorrow and silence were stained with one story after another about the pursuit of materialism and vanity. There is an indescribable loneliness in the noisy traffic; in the rushing crowds and shining neon lights, we experience loneliness more deeply; in the bright reflection of the beautiful glass curtain, the indifferent figure of the city is clearly displayed.

Standing in the shadow of the bisensen tree, looking back at the road, my heart is a little confused, why are there two completely different worlds up and down the mountain? Living in this big city, I often think about how to look at this city, how to find its beauty, or style, or gentleness, or anything.

Doubt, anxiety, rush, confusion... All I see, although they all have the character of urban people, they will never see the beauty of the city.

Why isn't life simply synonymous? How I wish that every inch of life would be filled with a neat and fresh order; how much I wish that all the traps laid by man and oneself would cease to exist, that meaningless forms and absurd habits would no longer control the human mind, and that life itself was a simple and beautiful thing close to the truth.

Thinking about it, the Zen masters who came here to practice were also tired of the hustle and bustle of this city, so they decided to follow the voice of inner reason and live a simple and simple life with a scale standard different from the world, to open up a contemplative life, and to fulfill their inner duties.

They are so quiet, so dashing, in their eyes, all the language that falls into the shape is superfluous, and the various encounters in life are like bells ringing through the ears and the rivers and the sky.

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The Shunzhi Emperor was the founding prince of the Qing Dynasty, how prominent and powerful he was, how unparalleled in power, what did he want, and why did he end up ordained? It should also be regarded as an epiphany of life. I remember the self-lament poem he wrote when he was a monk, and finally lamented:

Golden Wuyu rabbit from east to west, do not be careful for people;

A hundred years of world events three more dreams, a game of chess.

Yu Shu Jiuhe Tang Fang jie, Qin Tun Six Kingdoms Han ascended the throne;

How many heroes have come in ancient times, and the north and south hills are lying in the mud.

The yellow robe was exchanged for a purple robe, only for the sake of the year;

Why did I fall into the emperor's house?

I am going to the West now, regardless of whether it is a thousand autumns or a thousand autumns.

This can very well explain the reason for his renunciation, you see how holy Yu Tang is, how mighty Qin Han is, in the end it is not just like a game of chess, isn't it just a pinch of mud?

I can't remember a Zen master who once said such a Zen saying: "The heart is the root, the law is the dust, the two are like the marks on the mirror, the traces of time begin to appear, and the dual death of the mind and the law is the truth" This is also the so-called realm of non-action, the Shunzhi Emperor should have realized such a true disposition. Yes, "only it has no dispute, so the world cannot compete with it."

In modern times, Liang Qichao has a "Water Tune Song Head", the second half of which is:

Thousand Golden Swords,

Ten thousand words,

Two stumbles.

Drunk and talking to himself,

Wake up.

Don't hate the years to go also,

Only afraid of the hearts of the youth,

The strong half is a consumption.

May the sickness of all beings,

Inspector Li Wei Mo.

Liang Gong's previous Ling Yun ambition was actually "a tuotuo after waking up" in the end! What else in the world needs to be calculated, and what needs to be fought for by breaking the head?

Thinking of this, I was relieved and walked along the green stone road to the bottom of the smoky mountain. Looking at the city where I live, the city that usually makes me bored to find the beauty of details, I also show a little closeness.

At this time, it was early in the morning, and I found that the banyan trees on the side of the road were full of crystal dewdrops, and the transparent dew without a trace of impurities stayed on the layers of dark green leaves, and the dew deeply moved me, not only touched by the beauty, but surprised that the flowers and plants of the city could have such a clear dew in the morning.

Yes, if our hearts are clear enough, we can wipe the dusty appearance, close to the more simple heart, facing ourselves, not facing the city? Our clarity can wash away the indifference and pollution in the city. If our hearts are clear enough, we will find that the sun is close to us, the moon is close to us, and the stars and street lamps are shining brightly, surrounding us.

Two sleeves thrown, the breeze and the bright moon; smile at the sky, happy life; a pair of cloth shoes, the mountains and rivers are free; I have a pearl, illuminating the mountains and rivers with thousands of flowers... These are the realms of a Zen master, and although we cannot reach them, our hearts yearn for them. If you realize that a thousand years is like a day, and your life is like a moment, it doesn't matter what you gain or lose, it doesn't matter if you succeed or fail, honor or disgrace, many things will be willing to go and let go, including the right and wrong of personnel affairs, the entanglement of money and feelings. Know how to give up, know how to put, natural spring breeze and warm, moon bright wind clear.

We are born as sentient beings, not heartless things, so that we can rely on the warmth of affection, out of the cold or chaotic or hurried or ignorant Jindu, find the endless fountain of life, and obtain the clarity of the red dust heart in the green mountain, it can also be regarded as a Zen heart!

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Pseudonym: Falling. The pen and ink that is not bound to life, and the maverick style is deeply in the style of the text.

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