In the most shallow Zen, waiting for you

You do not dye the dust, let me feast for the eyes, let me read your Fang Hua-li, not to the poor and change the festival-the word. Dust on the MO

　　

In the world, perhaps there will be such a woman, seclusion in the mountains and rivers, green Plum, reading listening to music, flowers and plum, painting poem, with a simple pen, in the text of practice, for the time to trace the Qing Dynasty deliberately, for the flowers and insects ropes sentence, for the flower met punctuation. Wandering in the mountains and rivers, in the sun and the moon, such a Hewan woman, heart, such as Jane, Chongrubujing, in the most clear and shallow zen meaning, affectionate alive!

　　

In the most shallow words, you are graceful to lay down a prosperous city, such as the song Ci Nandu that woman, Wash qianhua, with the ink and water, with the thread classics, wandering in the text of the village town, alone to keep their own qingming corner, daily no clear word li sentence of life, but a good Jane Park, elegant beauty, such as the wonderful people in the mountains, At ease as the Ming and Qing essays. The woman, like the big thousand glitz from natural but the division of a not far near the line, not to fuss, not obsessed with the horses, more not to indulge in the luxury of a person's life, a pot of tea, a wine, a pen, if occasionally got an elegant words, it is the whole world of Breght Moon.

　　

In every morning and dusk linger, let the days flow in Jane and Jane every second, blowing clouds see day. Look at the worm ants busy, appreciate the clouds polymerization, taste melon rice incense, live such as turn books, point dim sum things are the real taste of the earth!

　　

If a clear, such as temple in the quiet, no clarion, only the Vatican, and the full courtyard of Bodhi, Sansheng stone, everywhere are Zen, full of their own spiritual world. As fleeting as the water, to me, to you, nothing to do. Even if there are occasional moving daily stories, buckle in the delicate mind, but also in silence in the fit of all things in the XI micro!

　　

In the words of love, affectionate living, in the most clear and shallow Zen, waiting for you!

　　

I like you, this nandu to the Hewan woman, such as Lotus temperament, like a tie down warm, gentle, artistic mood leisurely words; like you cotton Hemp Tsing Yi has no fancy fan Li fireworks breath; like you tea and flowers and vegetables to grow their clothes, the simple days open into a flower flower; more like you put your daily trivial, Live like a chapped-dyed landscape, or a Tao Yuanming's poetry, the Love of the world all boiled into the aesthetics of life, see the grain of the park, to the word for the dojo, repair the warm like jade heart.

　　

You do not dye the dust, let me feast for the eyes, let me read your Fang Hua-li, not in poverty and change the festival.

　　

Long ago, you do not dye Qianhua, then in my heart left a forever indelible traces.

　　

Once, I looked at you from afar, out of the Thousand years of Temple, Cotton and hemp Tsing Yi, pretty figure, scattered with elegant intangible beauty, like a inkstone green ink, dye the color between the dust, but out of dust in the mundane, not muddy, dip in the ink, in the depths of the cloud, brush out a paper pastoral scenery, there is a wisp of quiet cold incense.

　　

Or, Alter, you will also be like my friend strange food, writing, poetry ceremony, tea ceremony, will also be in the incense curl of the hall with the guests of the humble courtesy of the visitors talk very much. No matter what the scene, your appearance is so beautiful and quiet and out of the dust, because, after all, you are living like vegetation, such as a drop of dew contained in the spirit, silent joy.

　　

I am infatuated with the landscape of vegetation, often write to you in the text, notes on many flowers travel experience, like in writing memories, memories of those who, write the journey, the journey of those things, ramble words such as endless, but only dare not have any word written about your one or two things, in fact, from beginning to finish, you are the best memories of my flourishing , Bits and pieces of the sentence.

　　

Remember, Raoxueman said a word, "like the song, quiet listening, like the people, far away to see!" ”

　　

Like the person, far from see,-there is not a kind of zen, such as autumn Mummers to want to see the snow in winter, such as the Sea of the ronin to see the White horse on the shore, as well as absence wash to see the love of the mind, so away from the war, is a wipe dizzy not open desolation. As if every to this winter months, the wind moved the snow, the old sun, such as the thin leaves of the old banyan Tree, have fallen, always feel the silence to the late Iraqis, and want to see your mood will be with the wind aimlessly drifting to you or in the place. In the heart of the text, there will always be your mill out of the ink, in a shallow description, would be more or less some white. And every time you have a good time, but do not dare to write in the line about your sentence.

　　

A lot of late at night quiet as Zen, think back to your appearance, like you pour a tea for me, tan micro-temperature, sitting on your futon, slowly talk, chat text poem, chat daily necessities, talk about the dust of the WTO accession, your feelings of fine abundance, thoughts scattered light and thin, sound sweet soft and powerful, often can make sometimes impetuous my heart, Calm down, with a dust heart wandering in the busy streets of the WTO.

　　

Think of the little snow Zen word, "Fellow people, will meet." "I think, in the path of life, because each other to pursue the simple to true, out of the dust of interest, we are fellow people, I will meet with you." Or in a foreign land on a cruise, or perhaps in a different distance between a path, experienced the world's hundred turn back, in the years of a node, the same way!

　　

Even if someone will go out of the bleak, will be someone to the end of the song, to do the protagonist of life, do years of the audience, and you meet, at least a lifetime, no harm!

　　

You such a mind, if the woman is Green plum, is I in the most affectionate words, and so on. In each of the words written to you, the reflection of each other, see the heart of the Ming. I would like to use the text as a needle, with affectionate as the line, in the years of cotton Hemp Tsing Yi pin a wisp, darn those who want to give you the elixir, in the year after, old to the time of the wisteria frame, there are breght moon, there is wine, Zen tea, there is chapped dye painting, there is thread, ... and the old ones.

　　

After a few years, if you are still the Nandu from the song of the woman, and I, in the most clear and shallow Zen, waiting for you!

In the most shallow Zen, waiting for you