Zhangjiajie - Mountain Tianmenshan
The heavy fog covered everywhere during my travel to Tianmenshan. Asking my friends who once traveled there, they all experienced the same heavy fog, nothing could be seen. In the fog, I started to comprehend the philosophic concept of the "Empty" in the Buddhism. In particular, when I saw splendidly ornamented Tianmenshan Temple appearing fitfully in the fog, and Buddha seating on lotus petals who half closed her eyes, I suddenly understood something from nowhere, which was too wonderful for words and gave me a sense of peace. I saw no monks walking by, not even one chanting Sutra. I thought through the meaning of “Empty” from “Fog” by myself standing there, seemingly was enlightened. Amitabha, The Lord! I regarded “Fog” as a Buddhist God, nothing could describe the feeling I had at that moment.
Recently I read a fable: A newly dead person met with
a Buddha on the bridge that separated the life and the death. The
Buddha was carrying a box with him that belonged to the dead person.
The dead person asked the Buddha if those were his clothes and money.
No, the Buddha said, the clothes and money belonged to the world he
just left behind; the dead person asked if those were his family members
and friends. No, the Buddha said again, the relatives and friends
belonged to his journey in the world he just left behind; the dead
person asked if that was his dead body, the Buddha said the body
belonged to the dust; then it must be his soul, guessed the dead
person. The Buddha said the soul belonged to the Buddha himself. The
dead person disappointed and opened the box, it was empty! He
questioned the Buddha why nothing was there? The Buddha told him that he
actually had many precious moments while he was alive, and asked him if
he cherished those moments. Listening to the words of the Buddha, the
dead person started disillusion, and regretted his misbehavior,
intrigues, and greedy instead of enjoying his life. It was too late for
I smiled after reading the story, which reminded me about thought of “Fog” and “Empty” in Tianmenshan: Zen is a kind of realm. Be ethereal, be indifferent, and be simple. Those attitudes can send you reaching far and make you happy.
We brought nothing with us when we came, and nothing when we gone
We fought hard in a last-ditch effort, and proud what we have done.
We were just a short-lived passenger,
and disappeared without a trace, forever, like a smoking gun.】
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