Text: Mountains, lakes and seas of clouds
Wherever the typhoon "Ma'an" passes, wind and rain sweep across. Sitting on a high building, watching the wind and rain, watching how the howling wind and rain rolls up and throws down everything in the world. At this time, you will feel your own insignificance for no reason, small and slight, slight and vulnerable.
Destruction, chaos, integration, and reorganization are the laws of nature and a law of growth and thinking. No matter what kind of thorny journey we take, we can learn to endure the heavyness, including the hardships and sufferings involved.
The roaring sound came from far to near. It was the sound of impact. The direction of the powerful airflow could not be seen, but its presence was everywhere. The low seedlings and eucalyptus trees on the slopes trembled in the wind. At this time, hanging low in the direction of the wind seemed to be the best way.
I don’t know where the birds in the forest are hiding. I wonder if impermanence also brings them fear and uneasiness? However, in this vast world, there is very little you can do in this state.
Loneliness will suddenly come to mind. The power hidden in time, as well as many philosophical thoughts hidden behind the words, appear ethereal and traceless. Stretch out your hands and touch the coolness of the season. There is still a little bit of paleness behind the coolness.
This happens to be a time when you can think independently. Try to calm down in the wind and rain, and listen to the sounds of heaven and earth. There is a sound of tranquility, but naturally there is also a feeling of panic.
Kafka said that the only thing you should do to gain wisdom is, "Listen, be calm, be quiet and be alone. The world will take off its mask, put down its pickiness, and happily unfold at your feet with its naked face."
I chewed these words carefully and prayed that one or two of them could explain the meaning of the world. The world is so big, but there is still time to reveal everything, and this just requires an act of solitude. Just like me at this time, I am meditating in my constant self-exploration. Those stories about the comings and goings of the world, and the reasons behind them are not as cold as you imagine, because of the loneliness of human nature.
I suddenly understood this truth. I saw the vast world and the countless insignificance and desolation beneath it. That is the commonality of things. Behind the seemingly strong, there is weakness and helplessness that you only know.
When Typhoon "Ma'an" passed by, the ground was in a mess. Just like people's thinking, when there is chaos, slowly sort it out. In the gap between wind and rain, sort out the intersection of yourself and time, and settle down a piece of tranquility in the midst of the chaos. heart.
The swaying rose is stubborn and strives to keep the flowers blooming brightly under the endless wind and rain. Perhaps that is its attitude. No matter how violent it is outside, it will have a steady stream of power if it is rooted in the deep soil.
In the confused sky, I can no longer tell where the seedlings and eucalyptus trees are, but I seem to have lost a trace of uneasiness. Everything has its own reasons for persistence, and only then can the endless scene be staged in time.
returned to the table and turned on the orange desk lamp. The soft light instantly pushed away the haze. I identified and searched for the light that belonged to me, and clearly knew the direction I was going. Returning to silence in the midst of chaos and becoming conscious is also the great state of life. It turns out that time is like embroidery, and no matter what technique he uses, he can embroider a transcendent picture by threading the needle stitch by stitch.
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