(I)
Who will hold my hand, calming my half-life of madness;who will kiss my eyes, shielding me from half a lifetime of wandering;
who will caress my face, comforting my half-life of sorrow;
who will take my heart, melting my half-life of frost;
who will support my shoulders, dispelling my lifetime of silence.
Who will awaken my heart, concealing my lifetime of suffering.
Who will abandon me, leaving me with a lifetime of solitary grief;
who can understand my will, making my life without regret;
who can lend me their strength, making me invincible for ten thousand years;
who can win my heart, making every inch of land seem like a vast expanse;
who can bury my sorrow, laughing at the vanity of heaven and earth, my heart raging.
She, covering my lips, dispelling my past life of wandering;
she, embracing me, removing my past life of frivolity.
Holding your hand, I will accompany you through a thousand lifetimes of madness;
deeply kissing your eyes, I will accompany you through ten thousand lifetimes of reincarnation.
Holding your hand, I will share a lifetime of trials with you;
kissing your eyes, I will give you a lifetime of deep affection.
I take your hand and accept you as my life's treasure;
I stroke your neck and shield you from all the storms of life.
I, with my hair tied up, hold your lifelong love;
I, with my hand in mine, embark on a lifetime of love;
once, in the name of a father, I spared you a lifetime of sorrow;
once, with the love of a father, I wished you a lifetime of peace!
(II) "That Lifetime"
At that moment, I raised the prayer flags not to beg for blessings, but to wait for your arrival. On
that day, I closed my eyes in the incense smoke of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting. On that day, I piled up mani stones not to cultivate virtue, but to cast pebbles into the lake of my heart.
On that night, I listened to the chanting all night long, not to comprehend, but to find a trace of your breath.
On that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not to deliver you, but to touch your fingertips.
On that year, I prostrated myself on the mountain road not to pay homage, but to feel your warmth. On
that lifetime, I circled the mountains, the water, and the stupas not to cultivate for the next life, but to meet you on the way.
On that moment, I ascended to become an immortal, not for immortality, but to bless you with peace and joy .
(III)
The best thing is not to meet, so that we can not fall in love.
The second best thing is not to know each other, so that we
won't miss each other.
The third best thing is not to accompany each other, so that we won't owe each other anything. The fourth best thing
is not to cherish each other, so that we won't remember each other. The fifth best thing is not to love each other,
so that we won't
abandon each other. The sixth best thing is not to face each other, so that we
won't meet. The seventh best thing is not
to misunderstand each other, so that we won't betray each other. The eighth best thing is not to promise each other, so that we won't continue our relationship. The ninth best thing is not to
rely on each other, so that we won't cling to each other. The tenth best thing is not to meet each other,
so that we won't gather together. But once we've met, we know each other. How can meeting be better than not meeting at all? How can I part ways with you, so that we won't suffer the pain of longing for each other in life and death? "Seeing or Not Seeing" Whether you see me or not, I am there , neither sad nor happy. Whether you think of me or not, my love is there, neither coming nor going. Whether you love me or not, my love is there, neither increasing nor decreasing. Whether you follow me or not, my hand is in yours, never letting go. Come into my arms or let me live in your heart. Silently loving , quietly joyful (IV) Living in the Potala Palace, I am the greatest king of the snowy land. Wandering the streets of Lhasa, I am the most handsome lover in the world. Even more poignant than Makye Ame, I fear my passion will harm my spiritual practice, yet entering the mountains I fear I will mislead a beautiful woman. How can one find a way to have both, to be true to both Buddha and my beloved? I asked Buddha : Why not give all women the beauty to shame the flowers and eclipse the moon? Buddha said: That is merely a fleeting moment, used to deceive worldly eyes. No beauty can surpass a pure and loving heart. I bestow it upon every woman, yet some allow it to be covered in dust. I asked Buddha: Why are there so many regrets in the world? Buddha said: This is a world of impermanence; impermanence is regret. Without regret, no matter how much happiness you are given, you will not experience joy. I asked Buddha: How can people's hearts no longer feel lonely? Buddha said: Every heart is born lonely and incomplete. Most spend their lives with this incompleteness, simply because when they meet the other half that can make them whole , they either carelessly miss it or have already lost the right to possess it. I asked Buddha: If I meet someone I can love, but fear I cannot hold onto them, what should I do? The Buddha said: Leave behind as much love as possible in this world, welcome the myriad changes of this floating life , and with lovers, do joyful things, without asking whether it is a calamity or a blessing . I asked the Buddha: How can I become as wise as you? The Buddha said: The Buddha is one who has come before, and humans are future Buddhas. The Buddha divides all things in the world into ten realms: Buddha, Bodhisattva, Arhat, Pratyekabuddha, Deva, Asura, Human, Animal, Hungry Ghost, and Hell; Deva, Asura, Human, Animal, Hungry Ghost, and Hell are the six realms of sentient beings; sentient beings in the six realms must experience the cycle of cause and effect, experiencing suffering along the way. Only by understanding the true meaning of life in the process of experiencing suffering can one attain eternal life. Phoenix, Nirvana. The Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, separation from loved ones, enduring resentment, unfulfilled desires, and inability to let go. The Buddha said: Destiny is created by oneself, appearance arises from the mind, all things in the world are manifestations, if the mind is unmoved, all things are unmoved, if the mind is unchanged, all things are unchanged. The Buddha said: Sitting is meditation, walking is meditation; a flower is a world, a leaf is a Buddha; spring comes and flowers naturally bloom, autumn arrives and leaves naturally fall; boundless wisdom brings freedom, speech and silence, movement and stillness are all natural. The Buddha said: All things arise and are bound by fate; a chance encounter, a sudden glance back, determines our lives, all for that fleeting moment when our eyes meet. When conditions arise, they cease; when conditions are born, they are already empty. I too was once as naive as you. In Buddhism, there are three stages to enlightenment: "Understanding, letting go, and freedom." Indeed, one must let go to attain freedom. I asked the Buddha: Why does it always snow when I am sad? The Buddha said: Winter is about to pass; leave some memories.
I asked Buddha: Why does it always snow on nights I don't care about?
Buddha said: People always miss a lot of true beauty when they're not paying attention.
I asked Buddha: Will it snow again in a few days?
Buddha said: Don't just focus on this season, or you'll miss this winter.
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I finally understand that
there is a kind of thought in the world
that cannot be described in words.
Rugged and sorrowful,
echoing a thousand knots
, what is waiting is
persistence, like a faint, foolish smile
on the plateau under the moonlight. The glitter fades, the moonlight is clear , the smile is like a quiet passing of ten thousand petals. Who is that gently trembling lily under your clear light, unchanging through the ages? Who has those burning, passionate eyes that climb up in your nod? The distant sorrow crosses thousands of mountains and rivers. Even if the wind cannot blow away the persistent figure, even if the frost before dawn cannot melt the warmth in my heart , you quietly wait under the moon, quietly come and quietly go. (V) So many years you I have always lived in seclusion in my heart. I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you . Whether you gradually understand or suddenly understand, what in this world is not trivial except for life and death ? I sit alone on the top of Mount Sumeru and see through the floating clouds for thousands of miles . One person plays the zither in the snow , and another person finds a kindred spirit in the snow . You can say goodbye to the thousands of mountains and rivers in life . The flowers that are buried with you open and close in moderation . The fruit of Bodhi plays the empty mountain. Tell me how many memorial days you hid under the fallen leaves , which are reserved for my freedom outside the law. (VI) How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to skillfully get through life? This plateau with its Buddha-light is heaven every few steps, but there are still so many people who cannot walk because of their heavy hearts. "Water and Emptiness" Seventh poem. People go to distant places just to hug themselves tightly. I only like to smell the fragrance of wild grass in the sound of the flute. Silence - unbearable bitterness. I drink water to quench the thirst of others.
Buddha said: People always miss a lot of true beauty when they're not paying attention.
I asked Buddha: Will it snow again in a few days?
Buddha said: Don't just focus on this season, or you'll miss this winter.
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I finally understand that
there is a kind of thought in the world
that cannot be described in words.
Rugged and sorrowful,
echoing a thousand knots
, what is waiting is
persistence, like a faint, foolish smile
on the plateau under the moonlight. The glitter fades, the moonlight is clear , the smile is like a quiet passing of ten thousand petals. Who is that gently trembling lily under your clear light, unchanging through the ages? Who has those burning, passionate eyes that climb up in your nod? The distant sorrow crosses thousands of mountains and rivers. Even if the wind cannot blow away the persistent figure, even if the frost before dawn cannot melt the warmth in my heart , you quietly wait under the moon, quietly come and quietly go. (V) So many years you I have always lived in seclusion in my heart. I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you . Whether you gradually understand or suddenly understand, what in this world is not trivial except for life and death ? I sit alone on the top of Mount Sumeru and see through the floating clouds for thousands of miles . One person plays the zither in the snow , and another person finds a kindred spirit in the snow . You can say goodbye to the thousands of mountains and rivers in life . The flowers that are buried with you open and close in moderation . The fruit of Bodhi plays the empty mountain. Tell me how many memorial days you hid under the fallen leaves , which are reserved for my freedom outside the law. (VI) How many secrets does a person need to hide in order to skillfully get through life? This plateau with its Buddha-light is heaven every few steps, but there are still so many people who cannot walk because of their heavy hearts. "Water and Emptiness" Seventh poem. People go to distant places just to hug themselves tightly. I only like to smell the fragrance of wild grass in the sound of the flute. Silence - unbearable bitterness. I drink water to quench the thirst of others.
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