What a wonderful song of Yunshui Zen Heart. The natural sound like clouds and water flows gently through the depths of the heart. It is ethereal and distant, refreshing. The clouds and sky depend on each other, and the mountains and rivers are companions. Clothes are fluttering, clouds and flowing water are flowing, silk rain is flying, flowers are floating, and smoke is lingering, coming faintly from the pool, and opening in the mist, hitting the clouds and stepping on the mist, splashing the water on the moon, purifying the heart and washing away the dust, in the gurgling chanting, like a clear spring washing the heart Dirt, bits and pieces of thoughts, travel far away with the clouds, and disappear forever with the water.
The mountains and forests are empty. Who has plucked the strings of the zither under the moon? It sounds like the wind is singing and the water is whispering. With a touch of a slender finger, the dots of silver fell into the pool, like beads falling on a plate, crisp and elegant. In the blink of an eye, thousands of sails passed by. The breeze dawns, the cold moon is silent, the beautiful girl dances her sleeves lightly, and the endless lovesickness is scattered in the thousand-year sigh. In an instant, the shadows of flowers are intertwined. In the ripples of the water, the beauty turns into smoke traces and water stains, which stings deep in the water. Memories pass with flowers.
The faint heart, the faint feelings, seem to be in a dream, the beautiful woman once walked on the water, stepped on the moon, pulled out the clouds and pushed the fog. The moon is in the water, the flowers are in the center of the moon, the moon is broken when the pond moves, and the flowers are scattered and empty. And condense the feelings in your heart into a string of exquisite voiceless sounds, and turn them into snowflakes flying all over the sky. He picked up flowers in the clouds and smiled, leaving and leaving without intention. A thousand-year dream, drunk by the gentle breeze.
Listen to the Zen mind, in a poetic environment, quietly, watch the clouds roll in the sky, and watch the ebb and flow of life. The gentle and clear singing voice flows slowly, the veins of life slowly become soft and relaxed under the infiltration of music, and those scars have been healed inadvertently. In an instant, my heart is round and transparent, free from any dust.
In the sky, there is a high tune; in the world, there is a low tune. The setting sun shines on the quiet forest, the seagulls fly with the clouds, and the bamboo raft plays a song, leaving the faint feelings in the mountains and rivers, becoming friends with the water, accompanying the clouds, falling in love with the forest, and being attached to the mountains. Between the water and the clouds, you can hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Listening to the tinkling sound of the spring water, admiring the beauties dressed in red, scattered in the green grass and green pools in the afterglow, it is pitiful. The moon reflects the zen's heart and the water blows on the piano, and the breeze is unintentional and affectionate. Clouds are the dream of water, water is the love of clouds, and a Zen heart is the shadow between water and clouds.