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Author: Nanbei
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Publish Date: 2005-01-01
Features: No matter how many difficulties and twists you encounter, or how far you go, you cannot forget the path you came from, because you must have a home, and you must return.！Whether it is parents, brothers, new friends, or old friends, even if you see them every day, every encounter is also the only one! Because every minute and second of time, and every moment and hour of life, are absolutely irreplaceable and irreversible. Life flows in the river of time, going and never returning, leaving you with a question mark: Have you given it meaning? Humanity, with its small wisdom, is helpless, and the Buddha, with his profound knowledge that penetrates all, is also helpless. Forgiveness is a form of compassion, a form of love. And love can change everything, conquer everything, including the human heart and the world.
It was a Sunday afternoon, around 4 o'clock, when my eyes, which had been fixed on the computer screen, were suddenly caught by a bright light. Looking up, I realized it was a beam of sunlight, golden and bright. Haha, the long week of overcast and damp days finally ended that evening, and the "dog of Shu" could finally "bark at the sun" again. Almost at the same time I saw this golden light, a thought jumped into my mind: What kind of posture and scene would the monks of Zhaojue Temple be in such a rare sunset? Would they walk under the evening glow during the evening bell? As soon as this thought arose, I no longer had the heart to continue my "practice" in front of the computer. So, I turned off the computer, got dressed, and went out. At the bus stop in front of the community gate, I hopped onto a bus heading to Zhaojue Temple to find the answer.
The bus wandered through familiar or unfamiliar streets, and I saw the faces of the people on the street, all flushed red by the setting sun. An hour later, I stood in a pavilion connecting the mountain gate and the Daxiongbu Hall of Zhaojue Temple. I like this temple—not because I have any special connection with it, but simply because I love its vastness and tranquility. Of course, what I like even more is its distance from the city edge—neither too close nor too far, offering a sense of closeness and space for imagination. The sun was about to set but had not fully descended. Almost as I imagined, I heard the evening bell, and saw the bhikkhus in yellow robes, walking along the shaded path toward the Daxiongbu Hall, bathed in ten thousand hues of the evening glow. In the pavilion next to me stood several devotees, all with their hands clasped and silently reciting their Heart Sutra. I saw an elderly bhikkhu walk over, and I greeted him with a smile. The old bhikkhu immediately replied, saying, "Namo Amida Butsu!" Faintly, I felt his voice was very familiar—like a friend of mine, or like the father who passed away in my childhood. But I knew he was just a stranger, his Buddhist name merely a response to my smile, a greeting to my greeting. He was just saying, "Haha, you're doing well too!"
But this voice lingered with me, spreading in my room, seeping into my dreams and writing. I knew I was a person on a journey. All the questions that arose on this journey would also be answered on this journey. I could not be the kind of person who dedicates himself to deep study, and I would try my best to refuse to peddle common sense and words. I believe in a call and awakening from within. This awakening comes from the suffering of the body and the spirit, from the longing and yearning for happiness and joy. I am increasingly inclined to speak of joy and happiness, which should be related to the transformation within me. From childhood, the years were filled with hardships that could not be avoided. But precisely because of these hardships, I felt I had a reason and basis to speak of happiness and joy. It's a bit like people digging for water in the desert.
A person must confirm the role they play in their journey, and sometimes this can be quite difficult. Naturally, I began to confirm my role in this difficult situation. I have walked many paths that now seem unnecessary. But a person must walk along the direction of time, and this is a one-way journey. Every footprint behind you, you cannot turn back to decorate or revise. I began to seriously distinguish what sets me apart from others. I think that what differs from others should be the land I can plant. I began to take another path when poetry and reality were about to push me to the brink, starting to read a Zen-themed book called "Journey to the Buddhist Kingdom." In that book, first, I clarified the close relationship between life and death. Second, I saw the eternal impermanence of things. Finally, I realized I must persuade myself to overcome useless cynicism and begin to record with my hands some feelings of goodness and beauty in my heart, and to paint a random wave in my mind. In this regard, I feel I have almost succeeded. Because I know that "Namo Amida Butsu" is actually just a greeting.
Nanbei
December 21, 2004
Chengdu