散文诗《忐忑》
天来小子安住于当下的平静与和谐中。
内观之时，我看见：
我是一尊佛，
却被困住，陷于一个静止无法触及的空间。
难怪我的内心如此忐忑，如此不安。
被困，
是在两种状态之间徘徊——
无法完全向前迈进，
却又无法退后归去。
这是已知与未知的拉扯，
是心如一只鸟，颤抖着，
犹疑自己是否真的能飞翔。
忐忑不是敌人，
而是内在觉醒的信号。
它是转变的摩擦，
释放前的抗拒，
是黎明前那一刻微颤的清明。
也许，被困本身便是功课，
提醒我们：不要与锁链对抗，
而是坐在这不安之中，
直至它显现出中心的宁静佛陀。
the Prose Poem, Restless
By the Heavenly Child in the peace and harmony of the present moments.
Looking inward, I see:
I am a Buddha caught, trapped in a space where stillness eludes me. No wonder I feel so restless, so uneasy.
To be stuck is to hover between states—
Not fully moving forward, yet unable to retreat.
It’s the tension of the known clinging to the unknown,
The heart quivering like a bird unsure if it can fly.
Restlessness is not the enemy,
But the signal of awakening stirring within.
It’s the friction of transformation,
The resistance before release,
The trembling moment before the dawn of clarity.
Perhaps being stuck is the lesson itself,
A reminder to stop wrestling with the chains
And instead, sit with the discomfort,
Until it reveals the quiet Buddha at the center of it all.
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