The lack of perfection in our schizophrenic patients is actually inadvertently experiencing the blissful sea of bliss that the yogis and the sages strive for, only the yogis and the sages wander in it, while the patients begin to drown. -- Joseph Campbell Too easily we drown in the misery of life. One breath is often the difference between swimming freely in this sea of life or struggling to drown. Will we choke to death on the sea of life or will we be taught to be wiser, to be vain or heartless? The good news is that we can make instant changes, and taking advantage of them can be a powerful tool for our humanity. The thing to remember is that when we are separated from our soul, we are separated from our life. Like a comet, with a mixture of ice and dust that for some unknown reason does not become a planet, a man who has separated himself from his soul is a mixture of knowledge and busyness that for some reason does not awaken. Comets and unawakened people burn, but irregularly, until they burn out. The great Irish poet William Butler Yeats pointed to this phenomenon in his legendary poem "The Second Coming", written in 1919, shortly after the end of the first World war: The world came crashing down and the center was no longer in control. The good stuff goes unattended, and the bad stuff keeps people busy and passionate. Whether it's world wars or personal internal struggles, we face a split from our core inner truths -- a loss of faith in life, a loss of meaning, apathy, or a spiral of fanaticism. We must listen to love and truth wherever they may lead us -- from warrior to poet, from gardener to warrior -- so that we can reintegrate ourselves as human beings by returning to awakening and meaning. I am not here to introduce fear into your mind with this abrupt comparison, but to try to paint a more precise picture of the spectacular and sharp landscape that we must traverse every day. We need to know where the path widens and where it Narrows. These are the choices we face every day as we run with the truth. There is a saying in Buddhism, "Practice as if your hair were on fire." The statement itself is a paradox. The lesson I took from it was that life passes too quickly to have a chance to live it again, and that it requires us to live it all with an urgency to awaken, but not with a restless urgency to live it in fear. I take these as my motto, the obvious must be acted upon immediately, without hesitation. Acceptance of reality will set us free to live freely. This acceptance of reality is the key to a martial arts student becoming a true warrior and a poet becoming an insight into the true meaning of life. Inside each of us lies a truth waiting to be discovered and applied. Years later, I realized that if we hold to this truth, we can grow a seed out of the troubles of life, and within that seed lies the resource that makes everything alive. After all, the original meaning of the English word "perfect" is complete, not the absence of imperfections. When we begin to realize our own mistakes, that is, we begin to dissolve all the previous wrong understanding. When we strive to be thorough, we are filled with the vitality that is inherent in all things. If we strive to live without imperfections, we isolate ourselves from the flow of life. Chinese Tibetans believe that each person is born with a unique disability, which is the place where God first kissed us and left its mark, and then placed us perfectly and completely in the world. The unique deformity in each of us is the hickey left by the divine, the scar left by the true higher self so that the divine can penetrate into the depth of our humanity. It is a scar that we do not need to remove, for it is through our mutilation that the visible world meets the invisible mystery; It is through our imperfections that the mysterious eternal can flow into our lives and the joys and sorrows of everyone in the world can flow into our hearts. It's a relief to think about that. Because of the existence of the hole in the tree in the forest, the wind blowing through the flute has a soft sound, we have a soft corner in our hearts, in order to fill the difficult world with human care. This is how we go from hesitating to quiet, and finally melt into a sea of silence. Our brain may be our greatest disability, so we might as well focus on its flaw and listen to its chant. It's also a relief to think about that. For I carry it all, no more than you, no more than the canopy of a tree swaying in a summer breeze. Like the warrior turned poet who died in the autumn wind, when I finally have something to say, I will fall silent and become a rock for you to rest on for a while, to gather your strength on your way to your favorite goal and to express the truth in your heart. Only those who have thoroughly and solidly chewed the fabric of life can weave it. All we have to do is be a pure person, not a perfect artificial life. I confess that I myself have spent my life trying to be "more perfect" when I should have been deepening myself. I will also admit that when I face the ups and downs of life and the slams of the wind and waves, whatever I may have lost, I will try to consider it a blessing that it has happened. I will try to take off the mask, put down the sword, and keep trying to get into life. But I must also admit that when I was in the midst of a serious illness, I also rejected teachers who came my way, which made the illness worse until I began to learn to listen. This is how I learned to experience the ups and downs of the sea of life, the fifth element after the earth, water, fire, and wind, which is like a raging fire that transforms everything: clear as a river, and permeates everything; As indomitable and cohesive as the earth; As ubiquitous and indispensable as air. Outliving my loved ones, outliving my works, I am humbled to know that grief is how we transcend loss by listening. When we open ourselves up like a Russian doll, we find that there are many little dolls we didn't know were living inside us. I was pried open to the truth that the obstruction was the teacher and the emergency was here to help us reshuffle the deck. Now I am blessed with the wisdom of a line from Rilke: "How can you know tenderness, you caged pigeons, who have never known loss?" Those who have been kept in the cage of pigeons, ah, never experienced loss how to know what is gentle? Moment of introspection - What is the world saying to you right now? How does something unfamiliar challenge you? Where do you think you're being led? ● This is a meditation. Please let go of an emergency you feel, go for a walk, and see what is waiting for you when you enter a moment without any expectations. Then, tell your experience to a friend.

The lack of perfection in our schizophrenic patients is actually inadvertently experiencing the blissful sea of bliss that the yogis and the sages strive for, only the yogis and the sages wander in it, while the patients begin to drown. -- Joseph Campbell Too easily we drown in the misery of life. One breath is often the difference between swimming freely in this sea of life or struggling to drown. Will we choke to death on the sea of life or will we be taught to be wiser, to be vain or heartless? The good news is that we can make instant changes, and taking advantage of them can be a powerful tool for our humanity. The thing to remember is that when we are separated from our soul, we are separated from our life. Like a comet, with a mixture of ice and dust that for some unknown reason does not become a planet, a man who has separated himself from his soul is a mixture of knowledge and busyness that for some reason does not awaken. Comets and unawakened people burn, but irregularly, until they burn out. The great Irish poet William Butler Yeats pointed to this phenomenon in his legendary poem "The Second Coming", written in 1919, shortly after the end of the first World war: The world came crashing down and the center was no longer in control. The good stuff goes unattended, and the bad stuff keeps people busy and passionate. Whether it's world wars or personal internal struggles, we face a split from our core inner truths -- a loss of faith in life, a loss of meaning, apathy, or a spiral of fanaticism. We must listen to love and truth wherever they may lead us -- from warrior to poet, from gardener to warrior -- so that we can reintegrate ourselves as human beings by returning to awakening and meaning. I am not here to introduce fear into your mind with this abrupt comparison, but to try to paint a more precise picture of the spectacular and sharp landscape that we must traverse every day. We need to know where the path widens and where it Narrows. These are the choices we face every day as we run with the truth. There is a saying in Buddhism, "Practice as if your hair were on fire." The statement itself is a paradox. The lesson I took from it was that life passes too quickly to have a chance to live it again, and that it requires us to live it all with an urgency to awaken, but not with a restless urgency to live it in fear. I take these as my motto, the obvious must be acted upon immediately, without hesitation. Acceptance of reality will set us free to live freely. This acceptance of reality is the key to a martial arts student becoming a true warrior and a poet becoming an insight into the true meaning of life. Inside each of us lies a truth waiting to be discovered and applied. Years later, I realized that if we hold to this truth, we can grow a seed out of the troubles of life, and within that seed lies the resource that makes everything alive. After all, the original meaning of the English word "perfect" is complete, not the absence of imperfections. When we begin to realize our own mistakes, that is, we begin to dissolve all the previous wrong understanding. When we strive to be thorough, we are filled with the vitality that is inherent in all things. If we strive to live without imperfections, we isolate ourselves from the flow of life. Chinese Tibetans believe that each person is born with a unique disability, which is the place where God first kissed us and left its mark, and then placed us perfectly and completely in the world. The unique deformity in each of us is the hickey left by the divine, the scar left by the true higher self so that the divine can penetrate into the depth of our humanity. It is a scar that we do not need to remove, for it is through our mutilation that the visible world meets the invisible mystery; It is through our imperfections that the mysterious eternal can flow into our lives and the joys and sorrows of everyone in the world can flow into our hearts. It's a relief to think about that. Because of the existence of the hole in the tree in the forest, the wind blowing through the flute has a soft sound, we have a soft corner in our hearts, in order to fill the difficult world with human care. This is how we go from hesitating to quiet, and finally melt into a sea of silence. Our brain may be our greatest disability, so we might as well focus on its flaw and listen to its chant. It's also a relief to think about that. For I carry it all, no more than you, no more than the canopy of a tree swaying in a summer breeze. Like the warrior turned poet who died in the autumn wind, when I finally have something to say, I will fall silent and become a rock for you to rest on for a while, to gather your strength on your way to your favorite goal and to express the truth in your heart. Only those who have thoroughly and solidly chewed the fabric of life can weave it. All we have to do is be a pure person, not a perfect artificial life. I confess that I myself have spent my life trying to be "more perfect" when I should have been deepening myself. I will also admit that when I face the ups and downs of life and the slams of the wind and waves, whatever I may have lost, I will try to consider it a blessing that it has happened. I will try to take off the mask, put down the sword, and keep trying to get into life. But I must also admit that when I was in the midst of a serious illness, I also rejected teachers who came my way, which made the illness worse until I began to learn to listen. This is how I learned to experience the ups and downs of the sea of life, the fifth element after the earth, water, fire, and wind, which is like a raging fire that transforms everything: clear as a river, and permeates everything; As indomitable and cohesive as the earth; As ubiquitous and indispensable as air. Outliving my loved ones, outliving my works, I am humbled to know that grief is how we transcend loss by listening. When we open ourselves up like a Russian doll, we find that there are many little dolls we didn't know were living inside us. I was pried open to the truth that the obstruction was the teacher and the emergency was here to help us reshuffle the deck. Now I am blessed with the wisdom of a line from Rilke: "How can you know tenderness, you caged pigeons, who have never known loss?" Those who have been kept in the cage of pigeons, ah, never experienced loss how to know what is gentle? Moment of introspection - What is the world saying to you right now? How does something unfamiliar challenge you? Where do you think you're being led? ● This is a meditation. Please let go of an emergency you feel, go for a walk, and see what is waiting for you when you enter a moment without any expectations. Then, tell your experience to a friend.