The arrival of the ship
Al Mustafa, the chosen and beloved contemporary dawn, has been waiting for 12 years in the city of Falisse, expecting his ship to welcome him back to the island where he was born.
In the twelfth year, on the seventh day of the "Yilu" month, he climbed a hill without a wall and looked out at the sea. He saw his ship coming from the fog.
His mind was suddenly enlightened, and his joy crossed the sea and flowed far away. He closed his eyes lightly and prayed in the silence of his soul.
when he stepped down the hill, there was a burst of sadness. He thought to himself:
How can I say goodbye calmly without sadness? No, I can't leave this city without any mental trauma.
In this city wall, I have spent many long painful days and many long lonely nights; Who can leave his pain and loneliness without attachment?
I have scattered so many pieces of my heart in this street and alley, and I have so many sons of hope walking naked through this hill and hill that I can't abandon them without load and pain.
today, instead of taking off a smock, I tore a layer of skin with my own hands.
what I left behind was not a thought. But a heart sweet with hunger and thirst.
but I can't stay any longer.
The sea that calls everything is calling me, and I must get on the boat.
because although time burns at night, staying means freezing and being banned from molds.
I wish I could bring everything here with me, but how can I reach it?
sound can't take away the lips and tongues that give it wings, and it can only look for the sky alone.
the goshawk can fly over the sun alone without carrying nest grain.
He walked to the foot of the mountain and faced the sea again. He saw that his ship was approaching the harbor, and the bow was a sailor from his hometown.
So his soul called out to them and said,
Children of my ancient mother, you athletes who make waves,
How many times have you floated in my dreams? Now you are driving into my lucidity, which is my deeper dream.
I am ready to go, and my hope is waiting for the wind with the raised sail.
I just want to breathe this quiet breath again, and then look back and cast an affectionate glance.
then I will join you, just like a sailor among sailors.
And you, the vast sea, the sleepless mother,
Rivers and streams promote peace and freedom,
When this stream bypasses another bend, there will be another low-temperature speech in the glade,
I will throw myself into your kindness, just like endless water drops into the endless sea.
As he walked, he saw men and women leaving farmland and orchards in the distance and rushing to the city gate.
He heard them calling their names and running in the fields to announce the arrival of the ship.
He asked himself:
Is the moment of parting also the time of gathering?
is my night actually my dawn?
what can I offer to those who put down their plows and stop the wine-making wheel?
Do you take the mind as a tree and pick numerous fruits to share with them?
or will they turn their longing into a spring and fill their cups and cups?
Is it a harp that a strong hand can pluck, or a flute that they can breathe through my body?
I am a lonely person. What treasure have I found in loneliness that I can give confidently?
If today is the harvest day, in which forgotten season and which land did I sow my seeds?
if it's really time for me to raise the lamp, it's not the fireworks I lit.
The lamp I hold is empty and dark.
The night guardian will oil it and light a fire.
he poured out these words, but there are still many unspoken words hidden in his heart. Because he can't express his deeper secrets himself.
when he returned to the city, people rushed to meet him. They called to him with one voice.
The old man in the city stepped forward and said,
Please don't leave us like this.
You are always the noon in our dusk, and your youth leads our dreams into dreams.
You are not a stranger among us, nor a passer-by. You are our son, whom we sincerely love.
don't let our eyes grieve because they are eager to see your face.
The priests and nuns said to him,
Please don't let the waves separate us now, and let the years you spent among us become memories.
You are like a spirit walking among us, and your figure is the brilliance reflected on our faces.
we have always loved you so much. But our love was silent and veiled.
now she calls out to you loudly and faces you without any decoration.
love doesn't know its depth until the moment of parting.
others also stepped forward to keep him. But he didn't answer. He bowed his head and said nothing, and people around him saw tears fall on his chest.
He walked with everyone to the square in front of the temple.
A woman named Al metra came out of the temple. She is a prophetess.
He looked at her with incomparable tenderness, because it was she who followed him and trusted him on the first day he arrived in this city.
She congratulated him and said,
Prophet of God, in order to seek the ultimate, you have been counting the journey of your ship for a long time.
Now that the ship has arrived, you must leave.
You are so deeply longing for the land you remember and the place you hope for more; Our love won't bind you, and our needs can't keep you.
However, please talk to us before you leave and tell us the truth.
We will pass it on to our children and grandchildren, and they will pass it on to their descendants, so that it will never be annihilated.
You have examined our day in solitude, and listened to the crying and laughter in our dreams in sobriety.
So now please tell us about ourselves and tell us everything you know about life and death.
He replied:
O people of Falisse, what can I say except what is stirring in your souls at this moment!
love
so al metra said, please tell us about love.
he looked up at the crowd, and the crowd was silent. He said in a loud voice,
When love beckons you, follow him,
though his road is hard and steep.
when he spreads his wings and embraces you, follow him,
though the sword in his wings may hurt you.
When he speaks to you, believe him,
Although his voice will shatter your dreams, like a strong wind sweeping away the flowers in the garden.
although love can crown you, it can also crucify you. Although he can help you grow, he can also cut and mow you.
He will climb to your heights and caress your tenderest branches trembling in the sun.
He will also descend to your roots and shake your roots clinging to the earth.
love gathers you around like wheat sheaves.
he threshed you and made you naked.
he screened you to get rid of bran.
he grinds you until you are innocent.
he kneaded you until you were submissive.
then, he handed you over to the sacred fire, so that you could become sacred cakes at the sacred feast of God.
All this is done by love for you, so that you may be able to understand the secrets in your heart and become a small part of the heart of life.
But if you only seek the beauty and joy of love out of fear,
then you'd better cover up your nakedness, leave the threshing floor of love,
step into the world without seasons, where you will laugh, but not heartily; You will cry, but not all your tears.
love gives nothing but itself and takes nothing but itself.
love is neither possessed nor possessed;
Because it is enough for love to have itself.
When you love, you should say "I am in God's heart" instead of "God is in my heart".
don't think you can guide the direction of love, because love, if he thinks you are worthy, will guide you.
love wants nothing but to be complete.
But if you love something, you must want it. Let it be your desire:
Melt into a running stream and sing your own serenade at night.
experience the pain caused by too much tenderness.
hurt by my own experience of love.
bleed willingly.
In the morning, I woke up with a winged heart and thanked for another day full of love;
take a lunch break and meditate on the ecstasy of love;
at dusk, go home with gratitude;
before going to bed, pray for the love of your heart, and chant hymns on your lips.
Marriage
Al metra asked again: What about marriage, master?
He replied:
You were born together, and you will always depend on each other.
when the white wings of death scatter you, you should also be together.
indeed, you are always together, even in the memory of god.
But in gathering and keeping, you should keep space,
Let the wind in the air fly between you.
love each other, but don't let love be a bondage;
Let love be a sea running between the shores of your souls.
fill each other's cups, but don't drink from only one cup.
Give each other bread, but don't just eat from a piece of bread.
Let's sing and dance together, but keep their independence.
the strings of the lute are also separated from each other, even though they vibrate for the same music.
give your heart, but don't let the other person keep it.
Because only the hand of life can accept your hearts.
stand together, but don't get too close;
Because the pillars of the temple are always separated from each other,
Oaks and conifers do not grow in each other's shadow.
child
a woman with a baby in her arms said, please tell us about children.
He said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the children of life's longing for themselves.
they borrowed you, but they didn't come because of you.
although they are around you, they don't belong to you.
You can give them your love, but not your thoughts,
because they have their own thoughts.
You can build houses to shelter their bodies, but not their hearts.
Because their hearts live in the house of tomorrow, even in their dreams, you can't visit them.
you can try to imitate them, but don't try to make them like you.
because life will not go backwards, nor will it stay in the past.
You are bows, and your children are arrows of life that are shot out.
The shooter aimed at the target on the infinite journey and bent you hard to make his arrow fly quickly and far.
Let you bend in the shooter's hand with pleasure;
because he loves both flying arrows and steady bows.
giving
a rich man went on to say, please tell us about giving.
He replied:
When you take out your property, your giving is negligible.
when you give yourself, you really give.
isn't your property just something that you might need to possess and protect tomorrow?
and tomorrow, what can tomorrow bring to the dog who carefully follows the pilgrims and buries his bones in the desert sand?
what else do you need besides the need itself?
when the well overflows, isn't your fear of thirst an unavoidable thirst?
Some people only give away a little of their own property-they give it for recognition, but their hidden desire makes their gift not beautiful.
there are also some people who have very little but give it all.
They believe in life and its gifts, and their cupboards are never empty.
some people give happily, and this happiness is their reward.
Some people give in pain, and this pain is their baptism.
There are still some people who don't feel pain when giving, nor are they seeking happiness or giving kindness.
they give, just like myrtle across the valley.
God teaches through these people's hands and smiles at the earth through their eyes.
it is good to give when you are prayed, but the higher level is to give before others speak through observation.
For a generous person, finding someone who is willing to accept gifts is a deeper happiness than giving.
what can't you give up?
One day, everything you have will be left to others;
So give now, and leave the time for giving to yourself, not your heirs.
You often say, "I will give money, but only for those who deserve it. "
The trees in your orchard don't say that, nor do the sheep in your meadow.
because of dedication, they will survive, while rejection will only bring destruction.
a person who deserves his own day and night undoubtedly deserves everything else from you.
A person who deserves to drink from the sea of life deserves to fill your water cup from your stream.
What kind of virtue can surpass courage, trust and even compassion?
Who are you that deserves people to tear open their chests and take off the veil of self-esteem, so that you can see their naked value and their innocent dignity?
first, check whether you are worthy of being a giver and a giving tool.
Because everything is a gift from life to life-and you, who regard yourself as a benefactor, are just a witness.
as for you beneficiaries-you are all beneficiaries-you don't have to bear the burden of gratitude, so as not to put a chain on yourself and even the giver.
It's better to fly with the giver with a gift, just like with a pair of wings.
To worry about being ungrateful is to doubt the generosity of the giver who takes the earth as his mother and God as his father.
diet
then an old man, the owner of the inn, said, please tell us about diet.
He said:
I certainly hope that you can live on the fragrance of the earth, just as plants in the air live on sunlight.
But since you have to kill for food and snatch the milk from the newborn calves to quench their thirst, let it be a way of worship.
Set up an altar on your case, so that the innocence of forests and plains can be more pure for mankind, and make sacrifices on this altar.
When you slaughter a livestock and poultry, you should say to it in your heart:
"Now the power that slaughtered you will also slaughter me, and I will also be swallowed.
"Because the law that sent you to my hands will also send me to a stronger hand.
"Your blood and mine are just the juice that nourishes the tree of heaven. "
When you chew with your teeth.