When the Flowers and Leaves Listen Attentively The hut sleeps in the heart of the clouds. Every afternoon, clouds come to crown the mountain top and wrap themselves warmly around its base. High up, nestled in the clouds, the peak has towered over the mountain since the beginning of time, guarding and protecting. The hut hangs from the side of the mountain behind it are many little paths. There are many clouds here, but it is in this very place that I shall see your face and my own face.” I am profoundly grateful to you, for the infinite blessing of your love. The multitude of flowers and leaves are my witnesses. I no longer want to cling to this world of struggles and hatred. The visitor prostrated his forehead touched the floor of the main sanctuary where the stone was cool. I was hesitant, but your soft and courageous eyes have filled me with light.” This morning, dear novice, your eyes seem to give my heart some respite.
#My dear dear sun full
Full of anger and self-pity, my heart has wept for so many lifetimes. I am a stubborn child who has wandered for thousands of lives in the cycle of birth and death. The visitor was deep in thought: “Is this Cuu Lung Mountain of the Four Valleys? I told myself this morning that I wouldn’t climb all the way up to this hut to see the master, but start searching for myself instead. Two giant pines marked the entrance to the path leading to the hut. I simply wish to sit here, drink a cup of tea, contemplate the mountain and the forest enveloped by mist. If you allow me, I’ll make myself at home. The clouds are thick, but if I cup my hands around my mouth, I can call to him: ‘Master, where are you? I’m looking for you. “Sir, if this is urgent, let me go up the mountain to look for him. Why have you left him at your door for such a long time? There is so much mist that his robe is already completely wet.
“While waiting for your master to return, invite your visitor to have a cup of tea. “Illustrious visitor, my master left for the mountain to gather some medicinal herbs. “Novice, why don’t you invite your visitor inside your hut and offer him a nice cup of hot tea?” Or maybe he was gathering a few strips of clouds hanging from the top of young pine saplings. He was certain of one thing: Early this morning, his master had gone far up the mountain to gather medicinal plants. This time, the young novice truly did not know where his master had gone. “The Little Buffalo in Pursuit of the Sun” originally published in the book Call me by my true names: the collected poems of Thich Nhat Hanh by Parallax Press (1999) Somewhere among the Clouds
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