Forty? Fifty? Sixty? I can't judge your age.
The plateau with severe hypoxia, strong sunshine and single food structure is like a strange witch. A light touch of your finger will make your face dark and muddy, blurring your age. Dull and monotonous Tibetan clothes enrich your aging.
Facing the long prayer wheel, you kowtow one by one.
Facing a prayer wheel, first of all, you stand at attention and move your lips as if you were mumbling. It is said that you are reciting the six-character mantra of "Ah Mimi". In the whole process of bowing down, you need to use your mouth and hands, and the sound of reciting the six-character mantra is continuous. Then, you put your hands together and hold your head high; Then, take a step, keep your hands crossed, move forward and take another step; Put your hands together on your chest. In the third step, hands leave the chest, extend forward parallel to the ground, palms down, knees down first, then the whole body down, and make zero-distance contact with Mother Earth. Finally, knock on the ground with your forehead. Completed the whole process.
After completing the whole process, you stand up, then move to the next prayer wheel and start the next Buddha worship ceremony again.
In the past, the word "enthusiasm for the earth" was just an illusory and abstract concept in my mind. Now, you use a real trick, a style, to make it vivid and objective.
There are at least fifty or sixty prayer wheels in that note. You should knock at least fifty or sixty long heads.
You have thick calluses on your forehead. This should be the price you pay for hitting your head on the ground countless times. Your hands are tied with a board. Your knees are covered with thick felt. All this is to ensure that your dedication will not be reduced.
You are too focused. Just like tourists, many eyes with complicated meanings seem to be superficial and have nothing to do with you. You don't even leave a glance. What matters to you is this time and again.
Where are you from? How far did you go? How many days have you been running? How many heads did you knock?
Is this Labrang Temple just a foothold for you? Where are you going? Is your ultimate goal the Jokhang Temple in Lhasa?
How far do you have to go? How long does the trip take? How many times do you have to kowtow?
Can I walk to Jokhang Temple in Lhasa? How far can you go? How long can I run? How many more heads can you knock?
I dare not ask you, nor can I ask you. I think it's probably hard for you to answer them all clearly.
But I know you can definitely answer: Why are you here? Why are you going?
It doesn't matter how hard it is to run around kowtowing. What matters is your devotion to the Buddha. Dedication is your lofty yearning for life, a powerful pillar of your spirit, and an inexhaustible motive force and energy.
Before going out, I heard some rash and arbitrary comments: fool, fool, ignorance, one-track mind. But I think of a few words: sincerity, persistence, simplicity and firmness.
Religious belief is the fusion of reason and emotion, and the intersection of abstract philosophy and figurative poetry. From your kowtowing, I read more passionate and vivid poems.
I also know that this is not just your piety.
People who believe in religion are mostly devout believers, who are obsessed with the supreme spiritual belief. They worship and admire the supreme saints or venerable people.
Lofty spiritual belief can guide many believers like you, get rid of all worldly troubles, shield all sufferings, purify the internal organs, enhance the realm of life, and laugh at the clouds and flowers in the world with extraordinary eyes.
I'm just thinking, regardless of politics, political parties, classes, countries, nationalities, religions and other ideologies, how many disputes and troubles will be eliminated and how much tolerance and harmony will be increased if everyone in Greater China, like you, has a belief in seeking truth, being kind and being kind, and a sincere and simple heart? If everyone in the world, like you, holds a sincere and simple heart, how many wars and killings will this world shield, and how much peace and tranquility will it carry?
Unfortunately, most people in China today have no spiritual beliefs but only material desires. Therefore, materialistic cross-flow has almost become the normal state of society.
You shocked me and I was moved by you. I will always admire the Buddha; I will always respect the religious beliefs of you and many people!
The second chapter is dedicated to the playful young monks.
The lecture is over. I saw you walk out of the lecture hall.
Out of the church, you seem to be a free man, and you begin to restore your naive and natural nature, enjoying the light and frank blessing.
Your faces, like Gesang flowers in full bloom in early spring, are full of tenderness and childishness. And the smiles on your faces are like the strong wind in spring, unrestrained and natural.
Your posture and pace are like a new horse, light, jumping and cheerful.
Haha, laugh, you chase after it. There are two, you chase after me, like little yaks chasing each other on the grassland. There are two, you hug me, head to head, cuddle together, like two wayward lambs, and finally, they fall on their backs and are still laughing.
I learned that as a collector's child, learning classics in temples is almost everyone's life course.
Like your father, grandfather, great-grandfather and great-grandfather, when you reach the age of literacy and learning, you will go out of your homes and gather here to receive the education of Buddhism. This is your school.
Here, you first learn Buddhist classics-those Buddhist classics are very boring and difficult to distinguish to many laymen. In fact, what it teaches you is compassion, tolerance and casualness. It gives each of you a kind, loving and tolerant heart, and a philosophical mind that can distinguish good from evil, true from false, beautiful and ugly.
Here, you will also learn astronomical geography, medical knowledge, and even learn to treat cattle and horses, learn cooking, and learn painting. Perhaps, in the future, some of you will be familiar with astronomy and geography, some will be proficient in medicine, some will draw exquisite Buddhist murals and weave exquisite "Thangka", some will be kind to cattle and sheep, and some will burn crispy and delicious yak meat and make delicious butter tea. Of course, you also need to do some meditation services wholeheartedly, which is also a necessary course in the process of life practice.
Here, not only teach you to be a man, but also teach you to make a living.
Through time and space, I seem to see some of you return to your hometown and become learned, educated and skilled Tibetan youths. One or two of them continue their studies, become lifelong monks, even become eminent monks, become hosts, and keep precepts all their lives to publicize Buddhist classics.
Each of you is wearing a wide robe. Fat robe, you can have fun. A fat robe is not only a coat wrapped around your body, but also a bondage to your secular life. It's also your playmate and your happiness.
Your frolicking shows that there are not only solemn and regular listening, chanting, meditation and work in the temple, but also spontaneous frolicking, chasing and fighting driven by nature. Perhaps, your frolicking is a nervous religious ceremony and a relaxation after work.
Your frolicking shows that there are not only rules and regulations in the temple, but also the arbitrariness of ordinary people. Perhaps the strict rules and regulations in the temple have become natural and playful for you, which is the other side of your normal life.
Your frolicking proves that in your mind, there are not only admiration and solemnity, but also the freedom, release and publicity of naive and free nature. Perhaps, in your hearts, lofty religious beliefs have been integrated with your free nature and become a harmonious whole. This is a kind of cultivation, a sublimation of the soul. This is the transition from the kingdom of freedom to the kingdom of necessity, from freedom to consciousness, from epiphany to enlightenment, and it is the basis and premise of higher cultivation.
Your frolicking has painted a light and pleasant color on the solemn and serious religious places. Serious, relaxed and cheerful, metaphysical spiritual cultivation and the original ecology of human nature under sex are so harmoniously integrated.
Because of your frolicking, I saw the other side of the Buddhist temple's tolerance and tolerance for free humanity, and also increased my admiration and respect for Buddha's compassion and compassion.
The third chapter, to the lonely back of the old Lama.
Your lonely back is getting farther and farther in the narrow lane.
The high wall of ochre is just a warm and peaceful background, which warms my inner desolation a little bit-this desolation is faint because of your lonely back.
Your rickety back, simple crutches and relaxed steps undoubtedly send out old information. Perhaps, my sense of desolation stems from your aging, or aging?
Being old, or getting old, is always sad.
Sunset, autumn leaves, Western jackdaw in the west, old horses, broken murals, dim thangka and worn-out robes always remind people that life is about to fall and disappear. As a result, the faint desolation and sadness in my heart made Ran Ran rise, just like the lingering clouds on the mountainside and the distant peak of Fengling Mountain.
Undoubtedly, in your body, lightness, quickness and straightness are drifting away with time, and heaviness, slowness and rickets are quietly covering your body.
But what about your heart?
Has it really entered the sunset, only the afterglow, without the glory of the past?
Has it really fallen with the autumn wind and sadly fallen to the ground, without the youth and grace of the past?
Does it really shake the cable on the cold branch and tremble, and there is no longer the old flying and singing?
Really reached the end of the road, stumbling, without the shock of the past, by leaps and bounds.
It has really been blown to pieces and blurred by the wind and rain, and it is not as colorful and lively as before.
Is it really worn out by time, rotten, sloppy, no longer dazzling, no longer neat?
Is it really covered with wounds and holes, no cover, no longer warm and close-fitting?
I can't guess!
But I don't want to give up this spiritual inquiry!
My eyes, keep tracking your back, trying to find the answer!
Slowly, I found the clues of the answer.
Although your back is wobbly, every time you move, it is steady and steady, never swaying or unbalanced.
Although you are leaning on crutches, you are decisive and smooth every time you move crutches, and you will never drag your feet and hesitate.
Although your steps are relaxed, every step forward is slow and steady, never vain and never caught in a dilemma.
From this, I come to the conclusion that your mind will never age or decline, even if it is not as brilliant as summer flowers, it will certainly be as mature as autumn grain.
Judging from your back, you are not less than seventy years old. Then, even if you are ten years old, you have been practicing in Labrang Temple for about sixty years. Sixty years later, after a reincarnation, you are still in Labrang Temple.
I don't know, have you been sticking to this ancient temple that has experienced more than 300 years of wind and rain, or have you ever returned to Buddhism first?
Even with that experience, you deserve to be a firm monk!
A person, who eats vegetarian clothes, meditates and recites scriptures repeatedly, can pass by in a flash, and one year in January, even several years in the spring and autumn, and more than ten years can be spent with gritting his teeth. Such people may be as many as stars among Tibetan men.
However, to spend a long period, it is almost necessary to catch up with the whole life, completely alienate the temptation of worldly fame and wealth, truly be abstinent, practice abstinence and penance, and finally cultivate into a Taoist. Such people must be rare!
And you should be one of the few normal universities.
I think that people like you, practicing Buddhism in Lingshan, will always have a bright heart.
In your case, loneliness means that everything is empty and there are no five aggregates; Is poor and happy, live with your heart; It is indifferent and quiet, ethereal and distant; Is carefree, not led by things; That is, there is no life, no death, no beginning and no end; It is fate and fate; It is the sound of empty mountains and empty feet, and it is the sound of nature at night.
The so-called loneliness, desolation and melancholy have nothing to do with you. It's all my speculation, subjective speculation, self-talk and emotional remarks.
Ordinary people cross their hands here and say, shame!
Monk, atone!
Amitabha!