Bodhi Zen Mind
Author: Rooney Recitation: The Stars of Confession
moment
He spoke in a low place, whispering softly, and there was a murmur of running water in the air, shaking a hollow wind.
He spoke of a smile from his previous life, and formed the lotus that sat down in the distant entanglement.
Following the hurried footsteps from this shore to the other shore is both an instant withering and an eternity.
He meditated silently behind the wind, half nothing, half ethereal, and pondered the suffering of this life with lighter and lighter subtlety, and the light and shadow passed through the forest without a trace.
The breath is faint, the faint smoke does not disperse, and the moment confirms the reincarnation of all things, not destroyed, not destroyed.
Grace
The rain fell into the earth, and in a gesture of grace created the abundance of life, the awakened wish was naked with the multitude, the joy of the wind and rain, and everything was safe.
When the flower opens itself and the pain of the gestation runs to you, which journey does bodhichitta contemplate you?
The vast journey, walking is not hurried, not hurried, not busy, leaving the seed deliberately or inadvertently on the way home.
Far and near, moving the footsteps of time, sucking towards the dew sweet in the morning, the sunset sending away the sunset of love, working hard, letting the wind spread the good news, sitting and waiting for a tree to blossom.
stare
In a trance, the gaze of the gaze was robbed in mid-air, and the deep affection that had died prematurely was blocked by doubts blocking the normal passage.
Willing, unwilling to take back, back to the place. Looking left and right, Xuan Ji was quiet and taciturn, And Yun wanted to dress and flower, where to go.
The old wall is crawling with dead vines, the trails are all traces of time, and the noise of cutting footsteps is heard from the cracks of the bricks, rumbling with the momentum of pressure, rushing east and west, rushing north and south, rampage, and there is no hope of breaking through.
Gaze, cold behind the gaze, the clue is broken, the dark light and shadow transcend the bottom line of goodness, because, in the unknown, the effect, in the unknown.
Gaze, empty doors, empty walls, empty windows, empty voids.
【About the Author】
Lu Ni is a member of Jiangsu Writers Association, Nanjing Writers Association, Nanjing Essay Literature Society, and senior media editor.
【Introduction to Recitation】
Confessional Star: Senior media person, Executive President of the Chinese Voice Reading Association.
Source: WeChat public account ▷ Four Seasons Recitation (songdu365)