剑仙

日游

幼年入生门

金乌车马游

俯首瞰幻海

知彼非为真

春秋过三载

花木每岁新

盛日移高堂

落日照大江

廊庙簪缨影

浮沉钟鼓音

青蝶新出蛹

白蝉壳未生

知吾日月光

流光不固形

夜游

少年过死门

执之如白刃

破吾沉积骨

烛龙升建木

开吾蔽日颅

紫凤垂昆珸

五星布琳宫

七斗生门主

众帝闻弦降

列仙秉火立

待尔掌灯人

践履

山河未改

日月犹新

一念未烬

古贤再来

中道

阴阳此间行

幻入复幻归

中天授道柄

雷神彻玉枢

御马除辔衔

列宿不失行

滚滚千仞壑

轻舟不语万古愁

入者齐天地

终归平山海

灵魂,绳索的两头

土星的程式 和冥王的执念

上一次灵魂和灵魂的对话,像去年某个夜里的烛火,一闪而过,然后我们就缩回了漫漫长夜,在社会角色利益分配权力控制,我你他者,人间躯壳里摸索。

他们缩回去了,于是用躯壳的程式来对待你。一样的套话,一样的套路,你在套壳上撞得头破血流,日夜流泪。你累了,偶尔你还是想撞开它。

没什么,你就说吧,你是壳里的灵魂,用壳的程式行走,也不可耻;你是灵魂,你想与另一个灵魂映照,也不可耻。

众生也许并无差别,但你觉得他特殊,他就是你通往自性的道路,你真实地感受到了那就是你的灵魂,但它住在另一个身体里,说着你要说的话,做着你要做的事。

我猜想如果你说了,壳的封印就能解开。人身带着业力的磁场,那就是土星赋予的壳,一种印迹的重复,情绪、思想、生理、自以为是自己的我,季节性的记忆,星耀的周期,各自拖你下水,几百个我与非我争相缠斗,躯壳像坏掉的唱片机重复一段它以为是它自己要唱的歌词。

如果你说了,你可能发现,你那么想要的灵魂融合,其实也只是执念。冥王式的执念。执念的尽头只是一个普遍的真理,生命自然的状态,道家的无名。那是来处。

现在要归去,是名众生,实无可渡。

说了你就能放下执念,他那头业力的消解,并不是被你说开的,而是因为你这头放下了。你离自由又近了一步。如果你不说,那么你去打个坐,弹个琴,登山游湖,也能让尘埃落定。 并无客体,实无可渡。

人生无非消业解执,低消耗地做自然的自己。这一路自主驾驭情绪,思想,生理,自我认知,驾驭星耀对你的影响,直到拨云见日。

一些无可避免:

你需要的,和你想要的是两回事,直到你整合了所有内部的心口不一和混乱。直到合道了,才会没有被误导的欲望,想的就是需要的。“德以精灵降”,在那之前,反反复复,因不见神识,而产生愤怒的自毁。想要巅峰,走向低谷,想要在一起,偏偏对立,想要建立,却自毁神庙。神离开了,所以你在世界的旋转木马里轮回,困在不自主强迫症式的低级漩涡里。

每一个肮脏的路径背后,都是一个被堵塞的圣洁的真实渴望。

你想要的是至善,内外一片光明的爱的神圣,却因为在世俗环境滤镜罩下,把这愿望折射成了羞耻,你开始把心火当成羞耻来压抑,事情就真的变得龌龊了。好像一个想学习又不敢承认的孩子,像一个对自己有错误身份认知的人。一切的歧路都源于这内部的扭曲吧。

大道还是那么简洁自然,就在眼前,只要你能合上它。心归于真,所行皆是,所做皆成,从心所欲而不逾矩。能成,是因为此心非私心,此欲非私欲。

Navel of the world

Solve

You are infinite layers of dreams ever fountaining, I know. Breaks me a hundred times, I celebrate the beauty in your fleeting illusion.

From your heart and onto your heart, everyone molts a million times.

The lavish theatre of their floret of sufferings, swirling with the one flower head

Mother, white conch,

if there is no one around,

I am the medicine, your milk welling from the navel of the world.


Both Ends of the Knife

It’s you again

Seen you yesterday and the day before,

now I’m on the other side of the knife.

from this angle the old blade pulled out from my chest by an inch,

and I try to stab her shallower than I received from you by two inches.

Three times around,

I think that’d eventually melt the blade.

Everybody with infinite chances,

in externalizing their toxin

into the carousel of turning tables,

the world evolves,

as you gush into the river of suffering

for five million years,

the legendary bird moving a mountain with its beak,

to the ocean and back,

you dip your blade in the river of suffering,

and see the karma decay from tide to ripple,

the mountain flattened, ocean filled,

you are gone,

in the first beam of the sun.

The black and white push and pull,

until I don’t hear that metal-scratching sound, see the rust of erosion,

I marry my dark ocean, subconscious mind.

Mother, to tell you the truth, I was the beauty, and the beast, the swordsman and poet.


Solve et Coagula

I see you everywhere,

From circle to circle, tribe to tribe.

I see glass bubble form, when you say you are anything,

I see glass bubble crack, when you say you are anything,

do we still dare to say,

what sound comes out of it?

I see you burnt into ashes

visitors pester your tomb,

and let another tornado blow them clean again,

I see fire rises from your ash.

Kind of a solid fluid spirit this time,

nothing kills a spirit.


A Haiku

The void was given a bronze shell,

temple bell echos the sound of the sun in dawn and dust;

A song from heaven was given a vocal chord,

You sing here to this world.

Mar. 02. 2023