Prose recommendation on Zen: The ancient temple is still Zen this month.
The moon is around the light gate, and the Buddha land is silent; The state of mind of heaven and earth, the moon is as deep as still water; Buddhism has been spoken for thousands of years. At this moment, it is a bridge across the river. Pointing to the hand of the moon, Zen is still connected with the heart; Only the dragon is flying, and everything is born by fate.
The moon shines around the door, and the Buddha comes to listen to the painting late; The pagoda is covered with Yin Hui. If the Buddha's nature is still fixed, it tastes like poetry and there are paintings under the moon; Looking at paintings, there are poems in Zen.
The moon shines on the ancient temple, flowing ethereal and ethereal; Standing under the ancient pagoda, watch the moon rising tonight; The highest place in the sky, such as the human eye; Although things can't be born, the cloud carries the bodhi tree, and everyone has a shoulder, so there is less regret, fear and boredom.
Yuefu Ancient Temple. Under the sky of Wan Li, there are always four hearts in keeping with the foundation and Buddhism. Even if it's transporting water and firewood, it's all Tao and Zen. Clouds and moons are accompanied by bamboo wind, and the Buddha's heart is clean; Such as the relics under the moon, inherit the spirit of heaven and earth, and gather the essence of the sun and the moon for several years. On the other side of the window, Zen sounds faint.
Recite sentence by sentence and recite your thoughts; The practice of the Book of Rites Confessions was gently opened under the moon; Confess quietly to your parents, those who are diligent are persistent, and those who forget are ignorant.
The Buddhist temple has been in existence for more than a thousand years, overlooking Japanese futuan trees and towering ginkgo biloba; What is even more intoxicating at the moment is that the moon is silver and covered with gold. The old taste of Pengzhou, be careful not to twist a incense, everything is empty; Today, people don't see Gu Yue, but they are just flowing, and there is no sage.
I don't know when the clouds are flowing; I remember: weak water is 3 thousand, just take a ladle to drink; A bed, a book and a bosom friend in the corner. Seeing mountains is mountains, and seeing water is water; Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water; See mountains or mountains, see water or water. Let the world of mortals roll, there will be a cool breeze and a bright moon.
Zen Heart Prose Recommendation: Shui Yue Zen Heart
A piece of Sanskrit sounds around the ears, singing all the flashy clouds in the world, but the clouds are light and the wind is light, young and old, and time waits for no one, and it is a bodhi waterfront when you die. I have gone for a lifetime, forgetting the deep and unforgettable pain of love and the lingering beauty on the other side of the world of mortals. What I met was not a pure man, but a cup of tea, living in a secluded place, enjoying the comfort of the sky, reading leisurely and reading three flavors, simple and clear, and being accompanied by dust and wind all my life.
Hua Yan's gift makes people realize that the prosperous life is not the end, the pursuit of fame and fortune is not the end, and the quiet water and spotless realm are the perfect end of life.
Marry a good relationship, regardless of cause and effect; Drink a pot of romance, don't ask whether it is cold or warm; Crossing a robbery, Dont Ask For Help criticized; Enjoy life without seeking happiness. Half a benevolent cloud, happy to give, is a hidden Zen mind.
As long as you hide the lotus in your chest and light a Zen lamp, you can swim to the perfume shore. There are lotus flowers in your heart, you don't have to bow down to the futon, you can be complacent and compassionate.
At any time, let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. There is a Buddha on the chest, you can sit; If your heart is like a bodhisattva, you can understand it with a low eyebrow. Step on the dust step by step, and you will get tired of it.
Meiju, Qingyuan; Poetic landscape, elegant and carefree; In the world of fireworks, there are bustling temptations everywhere. It's all a matter of one thought.
The moon is hidden and oblique, and there is a faint fragrance surging in the shadow. At dusk, listening to gardenia cicadas, swaying in the rustling, is a gentle lake that makes fools smile in ink painting. That kind of beauty is the ultimate, it can be quiet and safe.
Heaven and earth are mysterious, and plum blossoms are still old; The years have changed, but the rocks have made me rugged. Understand everything in the world, and in the end, you will know that the world will be illusory. This heart belongs to Zen, stepping on the pony's feet, stepping on endless steps, walking dust-free, clean and soothing clouds, playing a wonderful life on the fingers of the seven strings, not thinking about the bright moon, but willing to enter the breeze at that time. ...
Zen winds around the ears, you can think about the situation and gather your heart. If the mind is naturally Zen, it can be "the wind sends the acoustic pillow, and the moon moves the mountain window"; If you are calm during meditation, you can "fly without rain"; If you are calm when you meditate, you can "be as calm as autumn water and look up at the clouds."
Every grass, tree, sand and stone is the embodiment of Zen. Building a temple at the top of the Mid-Levels and a meditation room in the forest are the harmony between man and nature. One sight and one thing can enlighten the mind, and one mountain and one water can realize enlightenment and meditate.
There is a poem in the Song Dynasty:
When the weather is warm, Dongshan will go.
The pine door tilted for several miles.
The mountains are quiet,
Zhong wangjia.
It is the best interpretation and interpretation of Zen rhyme.
Zen has a cloud: a flower and a world, a tree floating, a grass a day, a leaf and a Buddha, a sand and a blessing, a pure land, a quiet smile. Sit, walk, live and eat Zen. If you have Zen in your heart, you can live in other places, simple tea, bamboo house, humble and simple.
Green bamboo is nothing more than prajnaparamita, gloomy and yellow flowers, full of truth. There is a moon in the mountains, and the amorous feelings come naturally, with boundless clouds and bright flowers and trees. Peace of mind, the bridge water does not flow, the fragrant forest is windy, and the forest does not move. If there is dust in your heart, the scenery along the way is not red dust, but pure land. ...
The moonlight is cold and autumn, and the dance is intoxicating. Du Nan, the sound of shadows moving? Correcting ears is Zen; Xiao Feng is everywhere, the twilight is coming, the leaves of airplanes are falling like rain, and white catkins are flying all over the sky in the rustling wind. This is Zen; The four seasons rotate, the trees are covered by mountains, and looking around at Jinghu Lake is Zen.
Zen, ancient and modern, is a mountain and water, and the seven clever strings are weak; My road is tortuous, through a sheltered valley, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat and widow; I will keep walking until the water blocks my way, sit there and look at the emptiness in the clouds. This is a shallow and secluded place, with flowing springs and hidden streams, and purple smoke under the rocks. Zen is lonely and silent, Zen is knowledge and knowledge, Zen is the emerald in the distant mountains, and Zen is the clear rhyme of still water and deep flow. Zen is Gu Quan printed on the moon, Zen is a return to nature, Zen is a lotus platform, Zen is a smoke from a jade well, Zen is a wine for piano and yoga poetry, and Zen is an ancient tree returning to dust. Leisure is Zen, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, drunkenness is Zen, the mind is clear and carefree, the running water is Zen, and the game is Zen. Zen, through these clouds, how can I tell? , but towards which corner of the mountain is open-minded; Zen, pen and ink dance with the wind, flowing; Zen, can't eat fireworks; Meditators can stay away from the world of mortals. ...
If you listen to Zen, you can be chic outside.
If you listen to Zen, it is full of romantic views. ...
When all is silent, you can carry an ancient lotus lamp and walk outside the porch window, so that you would rather Xiu Yuan and listen to the silence of the green hills and the Sanskrit of the empty valley. ...
Zen mind prose recommendation: Buddha beads twist Zen mind.
"The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." On the road of life, it is difficult to have such persistence. Time flies quietly, youth is gone, and the dead are like this. I hope I can realize the Zen mind of clouds and water, know Borneo flowers and become attached to Buddha.
Life is strange, wandering between the world of mortals and Buddhism and Taoism, sometimes confused, sometimes epiphany. Buddha is predestined friends, far away, close at hand. I didn't realize Zen in my early years and struggled in the world. I can't bring back my lost youth and miss my wife Luo Zhouhua. Time flies like water, life is short and things change. Do it, cherish the sunset glow falling on the horizon, and don't want to miss this pot of green tea again.
The Buddha must have come from the world of mortals, otherwise, why do you want to say it? Buddha must never forget all kinds of puzzles and sufferings on earth, otherwise, there is no talk about cosmic life. Buddha, dignified and kind, worships and seeks liberation. Abandon any desire imposed on yourself and concentrate on your work. Be a quiet and reserved person, be free and open in the corner, and please people silently. Be an enlightened person, uphold justice in downtown areas, and convince people by reasoning.
Buddhism is pure, undisturbed, without worldly greed and impetuousness. Traveling in the world of mortals, it is often difficult to calmly deal with many temptations. When you regret it, things will be different. When you are confused and tired, you can still remember that there is a pure land where the Buddha can rest his boring heart. Blue light, like beans, passes through the heart and is hidden in the light. The sound of wooden fish is heard and scattered in silence. Meditate on futon, the dust settles, things are natural, and everything is empty.
I gave my heart to the Buddha, forgot the fireworks and looked for the embodiment of my dream in reality. Thin pillow clear body plain ink. In spring and autumn, the dust is cool, and the heart is twisted into a ghost, making it gentle. Holding the old piano, Su silently cleared the notes. Don't say misty rain to cook wine, just say that red beans are cold and childlike. I forgot to play the gentle piano last year. I don't think so. I've turned over a new leaf. Like a dream bubble, like dew, like electricity. Life is like a dream. If you don't cultivate your mind, you will wake up like a dream. Life is like a play, and I will devote myself wholeheartedly. In fact, it is not difficult to do.
The windows creaked, the wind blew, and mottled shadows swayed on the window panes. It's autumn. Sitting by the window, let the sunshine fall on me through the branches and leaves in the wind, without a trace of warmth. I twisted the beads in my hand and listened to the sound of leaves falling outside the window to welcome this quiet day.
I twisted the beads to shine. I also expect it to hang porcelain, patina, change color and open the membrane, emitting spiritual light. When you twist, you stop, you don't worry, you don't deliberately. This is a long process of tempering. When twisting, your hands should be clean, your surroundings should be dust-free, and your heart should be calm.
Twisted beads touch the heart. How to see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, the iron pestle needs to be ground into a needle. Take precepts as teachers, waiting for frivolous teenagers to grind away their edges and corners, waiting for smooth training to become witty, waiting for fools to make themselves self-aware, stand on their own feet and achieve their goals.
The ancient town of Gu Xiang has a winding path leading to a secluded place. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepping on a mossy stone road. I have no thoughts, but my heart is wandering. Without participation, there is only peace in the opportunity. Alone, aimless, light-footed, thinking at will, not seeking to sort out any ideas, not competing with the world. Walking silently, I remembered many old friends and waved goodbye at different intersections of my life. After sighing, the more I want to cherish the people in front of me, and walk hand in hand, * * * this life.
At the beginning of the drizzle, several autumn leaves drifted into the ancient fragrance by the breeze and landed at my feet. I bent down to pick them up and thanked nature for giving me this free gift. Autumn in Britain is colorful, like farewell, more like pouring out one's inner loneliness and loneliness. The wind is gentle and the face is not cold. The clouds are light and the wind is light, reflecting the high sky. Without a trace of desire, life is stable and quiet.
Prosperous and fruitful, life should be another glory. Plain straight book life and world changes, say good things, people's later years must be more colorful. Look carefully at the fallen leaves in your hands, there are traces of insect bites, more vigorous and clear lines and mature colors.
The world puts on a gorgeous coat for us and makes Anna enchanting. However, whether enchanting or simple, we should know how to stay awake and indifferent, and be a clear-headed person. The Buddha said that cause and effect, if you take too much, you will inevitably have a heavy burden. You must learn to give up, and you will get it if you give up. Violet in the previous life was accompanied by the loneliness of Yuntai, which doomed the suffering in this world of mortals. If this is not the case, how can we turn it into a Buddha?
Spend a smile and pass it on with your heart. A cup of tea, with Zen, experienced a free and easy and indifferent.