1, a modern poem about Zen: Walking to the foot of the mountain, the voice of chanting came from the top of the mountain. When a person writes a poem for a long time, his head will be filled with smoke and the bell will break into the door. Think about every line he wrote, which is so like a passage in a scripture. When I stepped into Tongan Temple, I was not an unexpected guest, but more like a reunion after a long separation.
2, meditation: a dream, a little residual, floating self-knowledge, smiling and touching the heartstrings, the evening breeze blowing away the eyebrows, ten years of warmth can not open a cold, missed an inch of Bodhi, restless and relieved, empty and Zen.
3, Zen: Zen is Zen, and the line is Zen and quiet, and the line is quiet, and the confusion and peace of mind are quiet, and the confusion and peace of mind are dust. Everything is everything, everything is clean, peace of mind is clean, and the heart has never been chaotic. How can it be quiet? Confusion is also a heart, and everything can be unified after the heart is warm. Buddha said: the highest state of practice is
4. Zen: I suddenly want to find a quiet place, near the mountains and water. I want to build a Chinese building and a pond, and I want to plant fragrant flowers in the four seasons. In spring, I will go home to see swallows. In summer, I will listen to the lingering sound of frogs. In autumn, I will watch the maple leaves burn, and I will appreciate the heavy snow in spring. I want to gently push away the lintel of time, twist my fingers and miss. The flowering period is getting closer and closer, and the mud flute is ringing.
5, Zen tea blindly: I would rather not have a poem, what is a poem, it is the product of grief and indignation, the crystallization of tears, I would rather have a bright smile, in the spring breeze, peach blossoms set each other off into a red face, singing and laughing, comparable to spring water, but the fate of the sky, life has been ups and downs, and now there is no sadness, no rain or shine, only singing those clear autumn, silent.
6. Meditation: I remember the true colors of the sea. Pei Hui is an inner walk. I blink and breathe, and all the good roots are fake exits. How thick can the snow of Sophora japonica be in April? I want to catch a world that is half bright and half dark. Suppose it is a mirage, hovering overhead in the rainy season, and meditation falls and rots with outer space.
7, Zen dew: along the kind face, along the towering backbone, quietly and slowly slide, some people say that you are crystal clear, reflecting the light of wisdom, some people say that you are full of fragrance, emitting the fragrance of nature, some people say that you are a witness, witnessing the belief of a soul, I want to say that you are an envoy, quietly conveying a person's respect for nature, Zen dew.