人生是一連串幸運與不幸的組合. 在過程中,有的是路上的明燈,有些卻是路上 的絆腳石或是一些小蟲叮蛪, 讓你不會死去只是滿身膿瘡. 但只要目標明確,不管旅途艱辛,不確定, 堅持的繼續下去. 路上一定會有人指引和有所發現, 你總會到達目的地.
從國外回來,
心神疲憊, 很想到南天寺小住幾天, 剛好四月七日有清明法會,
就訂了房間, 約了朋友, 期待了兩星期, 終於 等到了前往的星期, 卻下了有 史以來的大雨,
NSW和雪梨經歷了一場很大的雨災,
公路和 鐵路都癱瘓,
直到隔天--星期六 .火車減班或停駛因為鐵軌淹水. 我和朋友,
幾經嘗試承搭城鐵都無法相約成功.
折騰了一個早上, 落得是個失望而回. 正當我們準備各自回家另謀去路時.
我們有些失望和不知所措. 我心中更有了那莫名的傷感,
算了吧 ! 一連串的不順,
也不差再來這一次! 雖然,
這只是件很小的事但我快淚盈滿眶,長久忍耐的淚水似乎要奪目而出.
我無奈地坐在路邊的一棵大樹下深深的吸了一口氣.
也許, 事情沒有那麼糟,
前路未明但還有路可行.
我又再次背起了行囊,向著火車站. 我 到了火車站,
只見人山人海, 無奈的再等待遙遙無期的火車,
大家有些不耐煩. 雖然我也不清楚前路可行 否? 我也加入行列耐心等待.
終於, 火車送我到轉站繼續我的目的地.
我 心中一直在說, 我要到Wollongong, 雖然,
往後的每一段旅程, 得到火車月台經理的指引,
但不確定的時間和路程,
沒有人可以告訴我可以在幾小時內可以到達目的地,
或是, 是否可以承搭公共交通繼續前往.
所幸, 所搭乘後來幾班車,
不用超時等待, 列車不擁擠就如專車為我而開.
這樣 , 穿插著火車, 公車 帶著我如一日遊著雪梨南海岸線,翻山越嶺, 谷底看到滿目篬痍淹水的民宅,厚厚的黃泥土痕跡還舖蓋在一些車輛上.
南岸鄉村的純樸, 沒有了城市喧嘩浮華的氣息,
看不到鎮內人民對淹水的怨恨的表情,
一切是如此平靜.
經過幾番轉折,
我 終於在下午四時半到達南天寺,
忘卻了飢腸轆轆 , 我放下心中的大石, 飛快步入滴水坊. 那怕只能吃到一口餅乾,
我 心是冲滿了喜悅但再次,
淚盈滿眶, 好不容易的一次到訪南天寺.
法會如願,
法喜充滿. 兩天住宿在南天寺得到心靈的洗滌,
暫時放下了煩惱. 但未來仍是前路襤褸難行,
不能解決的事情還是懸著.
回家當天, 計劃清早起來參加早課,聽著晨鐘, 徐徐步向大雄寶殿. 只見大殿侧門開著, 殿外遙望清晨群山, 霧氣有些瀰漫, 天空卻漸晴, 寧靜平和的氣氛. 晨鐘聲弘發人深省, 往前幾步到大鼓感受著大殿周圍的前景,忽然向前看,是一位莊嚴卻充滿歡喜可親 的師父,
恭敬的手奉著鼓棒迎面而來
, 這位師父—覺瑋法師曾經用”火焰化紅蓮” , “螞蟻窩的生活”禪意傳遞佛法, 給 我留下深刻印象.
有幸也曾經與這位師父同行了一段路, 他的法眼,
只是短短交談, 已洞悉了我內心掙扎的盲點並給了可貴的指引.
我站在大雄寶殿外,
遙望群山起伏有如在人生路上的起落,
一山越過一山, 黑夜又到黎明無盡的循環.
剎時, 一聲沉穩的鼓聲, 打斷了我的思維,深深觸動了我內心引起了共鳴,
宛如告訴我前路不易但將不會是我獨自去往.
這次 在風雨後到南天寺掛單,
倘若我像往常一 樣,
駕駛轎車, 途中也許沒有那麼多的波折. 但似乎佛陀,
在這一程裡, 讓我決定了承搭公共交通車自雪梨到南天寺,
祂是要用這個旅程示現給我的啟示並讓我看到人生’路上的縮影, 要觀照內心, 啟發潛在力量, 放下才能再重新出發.
我得到覺瑋師父的慈悲允許在大殿在離開前禮佛, (因為當天是寺放香日) 她又一次，法眼看穿了我的心，用溫暖的話語鼓勵我。雖然是短短幾分鐘, 我再次淚盈滿眶五方佛前給我的慈悲及安住的訊息. 我也基於修身,齊家,治國,平天下的順序, 祈求佛陀給眾生一切平安幸福. 同時, 我也深信無論在哪裡佛與我常同在.
Life is a journey filled with a mix of fortune and
misfortune. Some moments are like guiding lights, while others are stumbling
blocks or small insect bites on the road, leaving us with abscesses. Yet, even
in the face of such challenges, we can persevere if our goal remains clear. Someone will always guide us, and we will eventually reach our
destination.
When I came back from abroad, I was tired and weary. I
wanted to stay at Nantian Temple for a few days. It happened that there was
also a Qingming Dhama on April 7, so I booked a room, companies with a friend,
and looked forward to it for two weeks, and finally waited for the week to go,
but NSW and Sydney experienced a storm disaster; the roads and railways were
paralyzed, and until the next day-- Saturday, the trains were reduced or stopped
because the tracks were flooded. After several attempts to meet and take the
city railway, my friend and I could not. I tossed and turned in the morning,
disappointed just as we were going home and planning another way. I am somewhat
disappointed and overwhelmed.
I have that inexplicable sadness in my heart. "Forget
it! A series of unpleasant things, not wonder, to have once more this
time"! Although it was only a tiny
thing, I was already in tears, and the tears of long-suffering seemed to be
about to burst out. I sat helplessly under a big tree on the side of the road
and took a deep breath. Things may not be so bad; the road ahead is unclear,
but there is still a way to go. I packed my bags again and headed towards the
train station. When I arrived at the train station, I saw many people
helplessly waiting for the train that was far away, and everyone was a little
impatient. However, I am still determining what the way forward is. I'm also
joining the queue and waiting patiently. Finally, the train took me to the
transfer station to continue to my destination. I kept saying in my heart that
I must go to Wollongong, although, for every part of the journey, I was guided
by the train platform manager; the uncertain time and distance, no one could
tell me how many hours I could get to my destination, or whether I could
continue with public transportation. Fortunately, I took the following few
trains, so I didn't have to wait overtime, and the train was not crowded, just
like a special train for me. This way, interspersed with trains and buses, took
me on a day trip to the south coastline of Sydney, over the mountains and
mountains. At the bottom of the valley, I saw the devastated and flooded
houses, and the thick traces of yellow soil were still covered on some vehicles.
The simplicity of the countryside on the south coastline makes everything so calm without the noise and glitz of the city, without the resentful expressions of the townspeople against the flooding.
After a journey filled with twists and turns, I finally
arrived at Nantian Temple at half past four. Despite my hunger, I felt a heavy
burden lift from my heart as I entered the Dripping Restaurant. Even if
all I could manage was a bite of biscuits, my heart was filled with joy. Tears
welled up in my eyes again, but they were tears of relief and accomplishment this time. I had finally made it to Nantian Temple.
The Qingming Dharma
will come true, and the Dharma will be filled with joy. Although the two-day
stay in Nantian Temple to calm the mind temporarily put aside the troubles, the
road ahead is still ragged and challenging. On returning to the practicals of
life, the things that cannot be solved are still hanging.
On the date of returning home, I plan to get up early to
attend the morning class, listen to the morning bell, and slowly walk towards
the Main Shrine (the Great Hero Hall). I saw that the side door was open, and
the mountains in the early morning were seen outside the Main Shrine. The fog
was somewhat filled, but the sky gradually cleared, and the atmosphere was
quiet and peaceful. The sound of the morning bell is thought-provoking; a few
steps forward to the drum to feel the foreground around the Main Shrine,
looking forward at a solemn, joyful, and amiable master, respectfully holding
the drumstick toward me. This Master, Venerable Jue Wei, once used "the
flame to turn the red lotus" and "the life of the ant nest Zen"
impressed me. I was fortunate enough to have walked with this Master for a
while a long time ago, and her Dharma Eye, just a short conversation, had
already penetrated the blind spots of my inner struggle and inspired me with
valuable guidance. I stood outside the Main Shrine, watching the mountains rise
and fall as if on life's journey, mountain after mountain, night and dawn, in
an endless cycle. Suddenly, a calm and persevering drumbeat interrupted my
thinking, deeply touching my heart and making me resonate as if telling me that
the road ahead is not easy but will not be me alone. This time, after the
storm, I went to Nantian Temple. If I had driven a car as usual, there would
not have been so many twists and turns along the way. It seems that the Buddha
this journey made me decide to take public transportation from Sydney to
Nantian Temple; he wanted to use this journey to reveal the enlightenment to me
and give me a microcosm of life's journey, to look at the heart, to inspire the
potential strength, let go and then start again. I received Master Jue Wei's
mercy, which allowed me to pray to the Buddha in the Main Shrine before
leaving. Again, her Dharma Eye looked through to my heart and encouraged me
with warm cheer-up words. Although it was only a few minutes, I burst into
tears in front of the Buddha of the Five Directions, who gave me a message of
compassion and peace. Based on the order of self-cultivation, family unity,
governing the country, and levelling the world, I pray to the Buddha to give all
sentient beings peace and happiness. Buddha is deeply in my mind, strengthening
and making me go the right way.
