A Zen machine to learn books
My profession is to make film and television.
A writer wrote a TV series, participated in our script seminar, and sighed that like you guys, you rack your brains every day, argue in the dark, and I am afraid that they are all reserve soldiers who have died young. I have high blood pressure and often have headaches during my busy day. He said you should learn to cultivate your heart and practice Qigong. I said that I was in such a state of mind, afraid that as soon as I meditated, I would fall into a rage. He said that you can try writing with a brush, it has a miraculous effect.
That night, I was seriously immersed in the post, and sure enough, my heart was as quiet as water, and my mind was tightly cursed, and I was as relaxed as I was empowered. Helpless to write half a sheet, there is uneasiness, according to other people's rules, stroke by stroke, step by step copying, let me sit on the needle felt, finally can't bear it, letter pen nonsense, full of paper graffiti, not systematic, throw away the brush, interested in holding tea in a daze. Fortunately, I still have a persistence, find a bunch of calligraphy posters, like that, I will draw a tiger according to the cat, who knows that the pen is difficult to satisfy. One day, suddenly wondered, as the saying goes, can not pull down the main toilet is not good, so unbearable, must be the pen practice of hemp paper is too ugly, brush is too poor, so, bought rice paper, high-grade sheep, cushion felt, pen and ink paper yan lined up, first have an ancient style. The pen ink is full of dipping, facing the snow white of sheng Xuan, I am suddenly in awe, and I hesitate to write around. The spirit began to flutter three feet on the head, we can't violently destroy the heavenly things, when the sheep slipped over the rice paper, the feel of the pen edge, the comfort of running horses between black and white, let me have an epiphany. The colors of the world seem to fade away, leaving only black and white in the void of everything. This is not writing, it is looking for the escape of the afterlife, looking for the silence of the soul, looking for my own temple. Bookish business, waving fangs, pointing out the country, stirring up the words, dung soil of the year of ten thousand households.
Intoxicated, why bother with what bondage? The wild horses dance freely, and the butterflies fly freely, only half an hour a day, more than a lot, not much. And do and cherish.
The Zen of strokes
Friends said that my words seem to be drawn, which is a bit of a meaning. Calligraphy pays attention to the law, pays attention to inheritance, pays attention to the recognition of ancestors and returns to the ancestors, and my existence is purely the wild fox Zen that comes out of the wasteland. In the face of rice paper, a lone pen in the hand, there is no facsimile in the heart, the mind is running wildly, every time you write, it is not like practicing pens, such as ghost drawing symbols, casual creation, always want to be different, so there is no taboo, anyway, you can't beat Shaolin down the mountain, and throwing and rolling has become a trick. Gradually developed a problem, the content like sketching is not familiar, swinging the font like who is not like whom, the combination of strokes at will, the front and back arrangements are arbitrarily staggered, left and right, up and down, the size is reversed, all the way skewed, the body is not in the right shape. To say that the pen is broken, the pen and the pen are all, defeated to a pile, the thing is extremely self-reflexive, and the decay has become magical. Some people encouraged, some people ridiculed, some people criticized, some people appreciated, the south wall did not hit, touched a knot, but also knocked out a bending hole.
Silent self-realization: Dependent arising voidness, no phase in the air, pointing to the heart with a pen, seeing nature becomes a Buddha.
Who says anything and has nothing to do with me? Sub-non-fish, anzhi fish pleasure?
Zen language of content
I have never been able to wear formal clothes in my life, and I have bought a suit and tie for twenty years, and I have only a handful of upper bodies. Perhaps because I was taught a lot of sacred truths since I was a child, I lost my appetite. Nature does not like solemnity and seriousness, and always feels that a serious book is a bit funny. The best image of a hoodie, jeans is enough. When I write the famous poems of the sages and philosophers according to the requirements of my friends, I always feel a bit pretentious. I like the big vernacular with some philosophical taste, the rural slang that nurtures the wisdom of the people, and in the hall of calligraphy with strict law, play a little impropriety, hey hey a pleasure, get a little ease.
Zen brought Buddhism into the folk. Drinking tea, chopping wood, all practice, flowers blooming, leaves falling, all zen. The calligraphy is integrated into the pyrotechnic atmosphere, only the words are mantras, and the writing of black and white words seems to have become a slang. In the museum's many bronze jades, there is a paper cup, which also has a strange taste. Naughty, humorous, playful, rebellious, and both. So I asked someone to carve a few chapters for myself, the black and white walker; the penmaniac; the devil's heart; the one-step paper and ink; the face was a little thick. As the saying goes, the face is thick, eat enough, so I feel that I have learned the Zen machine, and I can wash and sleep with peace of mind.
The pursuit of Zen
Saying that Zen is the A Q in the hearts of the literati is like a bit of a mischievous psychiatrist, which makes some sense. I think that happiness is happiness, and I like to take pleasure in suffering, which is also happiness. Sea cucumber abalone, former meaning, steamed bun pickles, life taste, I think good is good, I think happiness is happiness. I write, I find it clumsy and interesting, I enjoy it, and everything else is derivative. Bring pleasure to others, I hey hey a pleasure, stain people's eyes, I still hippie smile. The wife likes the Eight Precepts of the Pig, and you want to be Sun Wukong, which is screwed. If you can enjoy the troubles, you will be invincible in the world, as if it has become Zen again.
If dacheng is lacking, the gentleman is not a tool. I don't know if I'm getting more and more understood the more I live, or if I'm getting more and more confused the more I live. After talking for half a day, it was probably still an unenlightened wild fox Zen.
