Zen incense

Chapter 1: Frontispiece Wedges

When I boarded this legendary holy mountain, I was already panting a little, stretched my limbs, climbed up a turret on the mountain, and looked over, the hazy clouds and mist shrouded a layer. The Basang Monastery not far from Mount Kinabalu can only see the outline of a blue and old roof.

It was still drizzling when I came up, but now the rain has stopped, the air is filled with moist moisture, and the leaves on the surrounding trees are shiny green. A towering sacred tree.

Sometimes, I often think, what is the purpose of life?Coming into the world naked, rushing to the underworld naked, such a simple beginning and end of existence, why are there so many people busy, competing, and even losing themselves in the process?Only when you are at a loss will you stop and think.

Or maybe, life is full of tricks at every step, and who is the person who set up the tricks, you and I have no way of knowing.

Looking up at the colored prayer flags hanging on the branches of the sacred tree, closing my eyes and clasping my hands together, I made my own wish in my heart. Whether the sacred tree can hear my wish or not, I am willing to believe that it will bless those who believe in it.

Faith can be religion, a mountain, a person, or even a grass.It's just belief, just sustenance, why bother so much.In this world, the most dusty, vast, turbulent, and ruthless are often given to us to live in corners, but our hearts have nowhere to rest. At this time, of course, we need a belief to support the size of a heart.

The bright prayer flags flutter gently with the damp wind, raising their own arcs one by one, and those stories that belong to them come alive at this moment. I have been looking for, looking for the person that belongs to me, I Sometimes I feel that I don’t belong to this noisy era, maybe I should be a footprint left by a quiet era, and a person’s story echoes in my mind, or maybe, that belongs to me Stories, the stories of my previous life are entangled in my present life...

The author has something to say: this article is a drama, please do not research it, just enjoy it.