It seems that everything has been settled, there is no sound, no waves.
Because the so-called "concentration" is not very clear, so the state of mind that is silent and unwavering, or it is not the real concentration at all, but the dead silence after withering.
At this time, for some reason, Su Manshu's sentence often appeared in my mind:
"Pick up the Zen mind and serve the mirror stand, and there will be deep sorrow when it is stained with mud and lint."
The Zen mind is like a mirror; the Zen mind has no boundaries.
A mirror without boundaries?
There is a mirror without borders?
If I think too much, even I myself will fall into ignorant confusion.
I often think, if there are too many people like me, entangled between existence and non-existence, which itself is a kind of attachment, how can we get relief?
There is a mirror, which is the non-thorough understanding of "the last layer".
Because there is still something in the heart, there is still emotion in the bosom, this "thing" and this "emotion" must have a certain environment, so they are attached. Because I can't let go of this "thing" and this "emotion" subconsciously, but the thought of leaving the world often forces myself to abandon and cut off this "thing" and this "emotion". Therefore, there is this "mirror".
My heart can be as clear as a mirror, but the world is like a shadow. Once it is touched, it will be formed in the mirror, and this brightness will escape;
The reason why there is a mirror in my heart, in my humble opinion, may be because I have not completely "emptied". Only when there is "brightness" and no "emptiness" in the heart, will we be attached to the "mirror" and never forget "wiping". If you "empty" the mirror, there will be no mirror at all. If there is no mirror, what will happen to "wiping"?
Regarding the debate between "yes" and "nothing", I feel that I seem to be able to participate in a little bit of it. However, for me, the root of wisdom is too shallow, and the karma is not enough, so I can't "let go" and "no self". Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I often regard Zen mind as mud.
I liked Su Manshu's sentence back then, and later I saw a couplet saying:
"The mind of Zen seems to be covered with mud, and it does not follow the spring breeze." (¡ª¡ªShen Liao (out of "Fengyuetang Poetry"))
? More comfortable.
For the Zen mind, I can only try to keep still occasionally, but I can't "forget the mind" for a long time, so I can only be a layman.
?Because of thinking of muddy thoughts in the mind of Zen, as stupid as I am, the result can only be to block a lively mind of Zen meditation into a desperate situation.
I often think that all conditioned dharmas are neither dry nor silent.
Buddha must be a living Buddha, the Dharma must be a living Dharma, and Zen is indeed a living Zen.
?I think I have acquired the Zen Mind Samadhi. Think about it, if you are still entangled in the mud and the Zen mind, then, if this is not a word game, it must be a common state of mind that desires to escape from the chaos.
For my muddy Zen heart, I can only say in the end:
?Looking back and looking forward, they are all red dust like smoke! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com