Waves, sun, beach.
The victory at Putuo, in Foguangpuzhao among more then rolling Shione, do not fall in a profane gesture to the people about the ancient and mysterious of the sun and the moon rotation of the vicissitudes of life. The person who first arrived in Putuo tourists and pilgrims, they will be in the endless rise and fall among the circle of their monochrome dream.
Putuo Listen to the tide, the most suitable in the summer dusk. At this point, the setting sun gradually grabbing Guanghua, Foding Shan slowly sink to the other side, while the afterglow is at the crest of beating, it seems Buddha 10000 points, have floating down the earth. We are sitting on "the hundred steps sand" the middle section of a large rock on the Xizhe Yan, silently looking at the sea. Xiang Wan of the sea is not calm, the sea is filled with layer upon layer upon layer of waves to blame for numerous reefs scattered among huge rocks and white flowers, but also reluctantly retreat. Cycle, only non-stop interest rate Chaosheng, roaring in heaven between the blue sea.
The high tide, Yun-Fan's footsteps stopped at the horizon of every Department, water soak into the beach. Bated breath, you can feel the tide din of all things in a very subtle breathing. Outside of the monastery is surrounded by sky, on the coast on the other side, we await the arrival of the night. Air, the breath of the wild sea salt with a familiar smell of fresh head-way toward us, sharp-eared, and between the eyebrows are also a small drop of water filled the wet, fresh, Wei Liang, quintana at ease, as has just finished a Volume "Prajna San Meijing" and comprehend of them like at the microscopic Shenmiao pleased and amused.
Faint in the darkness enveloped the vast heaven and earth, there are bright crescent rises early and, everywhere are the universe, Ching-hui, you can see the galaxy across the sky Shudan, vague and remote objects run in the wind rustle. At this time, ears filled with the sea's wild clamor and Whisper, a film, waves, loud and lingering. Behind the crowded Foding Shan during the day, leaving only a silhouette of the black, quietly set off into the sky of the Star. Breeze off at, there is the Tao Shu Shu layers filled with fulminant Shione collide with each other and lost. In the dark, there is a heavy force, oppression, our hearts and minds. This may be one of life as a realm of strike?
We sat on the beach had no visitors, do not utter a word. If there are any kind of enlightenment of the peace and quiet, insidious infiltration of the result of a huge roar and the trembling of the Xintian palpitate. Among the hustle and bustle, but also has a deeper silence, extremely quiet office, they will be no loneliness, leaving only a dull harmony between heaven and earth living in harmony with land classified as a substance without me empty out.
And cleaned up the sound of a huge tide of impurities your mind and heart with the Zen line, Star and Yuet Wah yu projected light and shadow in mind, they seem to be interpreted as that boundless Dharma another profound meaning of perfection. So, in the dead of the trouble diverse dust, which do not often have such a clean quiet realm of beauty do? I would like to Buddhist doctrine from the world, the meaning would hardly have said it differently. Hundred paces sand bore of the night, people do tacky addition, a new round Godhead. And we have finally realized that the young mind, all the paradoxes of the vicissitudes of life suggested by the kind of timeless charm and instantaneous.
Night to gradually deep days more air out, while the more clear the Shione, but also to the Southern Buddhist countries of the night added a few minutes Chu Chen's mystery and serenity. Rock crevice, the parasitic mollusks are opening a round body, waiting for another wave touch. Large and small hermit crab who has her own heavy Luo Ke, Wei Liang reached the moonlight. They then refined the body shell spiral tip directed sidelong waves tumultuous tide of the sky, translucent enough to read some limbs on the beach who did not know the text. N. Li and handling, with the wish to made the Heart Sutra, and signs of life rise and fall, but also that the cosmos in all things endless breath, a flash branding for eternity.
"There is no Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror; had no one objects, where the dye dust?" Stand in the raging waves break on the reef under the sea, I seem to hear a distant voice, as if what they have been cease to exist. Day after day, year after year, so time and time again the waves break on the shore ... ...
Author: xiajiangning
