—The distant mountains still rest on the horizon, while the tea before me is warm…
I once questioned the origins of heaven and earth,
And pondered what eternity might be;
Between good and evil, what is absolute?
Beyond all things, could there be something more?
My thoughts have wandered across countless mountains and rivers,
Yet never escaped the questions within;
One answer gives rise to another question,
Like ocean waves forever chasing waves.
One afternoon, I sit alone by the window,
Sunlight falls quietly upon the table;
A breeze passes through the half-drawn curtains,
A delicate fragrance rises from my cup of tea.
I lift this cup of warm tea,
Outside, the wind comes and goes, and tree shadows sway;
Could I cease pursuing the tranquility of thoughtlessness,
And remain unattached to the self that thinks?
Outside the window, clouds still drift,
The distant mountains in my heart rest upon the horizon;
I lift this cup of fragrant tea,
And drink in this moment of being alive.
茶与永恒
——远山仍坐在天边，而眼前的茶正温……
我曾追问天地的起源，
也曾思索永恒的模样；
善恶之间，何为绝对？
万物之外，可有远方？
思想走过千山万水，
仍未走出心中的疑问；
一个答案生出另一个问题，
如海浪追逐着海浪。
午后，我独坐窗前，
阳光静静落在桌上；
风从半掩的纱帘穿过，
茶杯里浮起淡淡清香。
我端起这杯温热的茶，
窗外风来风去，树影摇晃；
我可否不追逐无思考的宁静？
也不执着于思考中的自己？
窗外，白云依旧，
心中的远山坐在天边；
我端起这杯清茶，
饮下这一刻的人间。