流

生命，河流，日夜不停地流淌，流向海，奔向遠方，遼闊、蒼茫，融入宇宙天地，無垠無限。如此流動的生命是理想的，任湍流再遠亦不離本源，流域範圍愈寬廣，涵蓋的本質愈精髓，沒有浪費一滴水，每一瞬間的流動，饒富存在意義。流淌著，流淌著，不停歇的水啊，看似順流而下其實逆流回溯，最美風景，莫過如此。這樣的水，心神嚮往，可以親近，甚至浸染，最後交融。水，何曾一瓢汲取，又何曾捨離而去？原來的，本來的，若能有此了悟，我就是水。

我就是水，則手中一點污穢，何必在意？流失，何須惋惜？若我是水，川流吧！莫滯留，滯留則生命乾涸。不，把「若」去掉，存在是真實沒有假設疑問的！「若」去掉，我本是水。本來水，還去雲。暫作雲，還是水。雲要飄零，水要流淌，動是生命的展現。啟身雲遊去吧！去了，明白天寬地廣。去，才能返，返了，方知本來無一物的本來。

流，太遠了，回頭看看，遠處峰巔，飄雪季節。飄零啊，飄零啊，踏雪尋足跡。遙遠的過去，遙遠的未來，都重疊在發現足跡的當下，當下不斷起滅，不斷流淌，匯流成河了。美妙，生命啊，亙古如新！流淌一次，了悟一回，時間沒有過去、現在、未來，三者是一體的，未來即過去，過去即未來，過去與未來都在，在這不斷起滅的當下中，每個瞬間構成永恆，每個瞬間盡在永恆之中。

水啊，川流吧！流過彎彎的轉折，流過直直的橋墩，無處不流淌著存在，每個存在的空間架構了時間，於是流淌著歲月。水啊，川流吧！流過歡笑的臉龐，流過悲傷的眸子，流過一個低窪再流過一個低窪，流過一個高岡再流過一個高岡，回歸遼闊蒼茫的大海，融入宇宙天地，無垠無限。

Flow

Life is a river. Day and night it flows without rest, moving toward the sea and toward distant horizons, vast and boundless, merging with heaven and earth. Such a flowing life is an ideal one. However far the current travels, it never leaves its source. The wider the basin, the deeper the essence it holds. Not a single drop is wasted, and every moment of flowing carries meaning.

The water flows on and never stops. It seems to follow the current, yet in truth it is always returning upstream. No sight is more beautiful than this. This is the water the heart longs for: to approach it, to draw near, to enter it, and finally to become one with it. When has water ever truly been taken away with a single ladle? When has it ever truly departed? The original remains the original. If one awakens to this, then I am the water.

If I am the water, why should I care about a speck of impurity in my hand? Why regret what flows away? If I am water, then let it flow. Do not remain still, for when water stands still life begins to dry. No. Remove the word “if.” Existence is real and needs no hypothesis. Take away the “if,” and I am water.

Water as it is. Returning to cloud. Cloud for a while. Still water.

Clouds drift and water flows. Movement is the expression of life. Go then and wander like a cloud. Only by going does one discover how vast heaven and earth are. Only by going can one return, and only after returning does one recognize again the origin where nothing truly exists.

The flow has gone far. Looking back, distant peaks appear in the season of falling snow. Drifting through the snow, one searches for footprints. In the moment a footprint appears, distant past and distant future meet. The present rises and fades, rises and fades again, flowing onward until it gathers into a river.

How wonderful life is, ancient and yet always new. Each flow brings awakening. Time has no past, present, or future; the three are one. The future is the past and the past is the future. Both live within the present that continually appears and disappears. Each moment forms eternity, and each moment lives within eternity.

Water, flow on. Flow through winding turns and past the straight pillars of bridges. Everywhere existence is flowing. Each shape of space gives form to time, and the years themselves move onward like water. Flow past smiling faces and sorrowful eyes, through one hollow and then another, over one ridge and then another, until at last returning to the vast sea, merging again with heaven and earth.