散文诗《忙 · 盲 · 茫》
透过天来小子的内观，
安住于当下的平静与喜悦中，
我发现：
我是一尊佛，
却被三股力量束缚，深陷其中。
1. 情感的黑洞：贪婪而无止境
这是情绪的无底深渊，
像引力般将我拉向深处。
无论用愤怒、欲望还是恐惧去填满，
它始终空虚，
吞噬我的能量，
让我疲惫不堪。
要逃离这黑洞，
不是不断喂养它，
而是停下脚步，
观察它的吸引力，
不再抗拒。
2. 意识的迷宫：困而无路可出
我的心是一座复杂的迷宫，
不停地讲述故事，
过度思考，
拼命寻找出口。
我在环形的道路上徘徊，
将复杂当作深度，
将忙碌误作进步。
但真相呢？
真相在于简单。
走出迷宫的路，
不是逃离，
而是看穿它的墙壁，
明白这迷宫从未真实存在。
3. 灵魂的麻木：心灵不灵，良心不良
我的心灵失去了火花，
我的内心再不与生命共振。
我对周围的美好麻木不仁，
与智慧断联，
脱离了生命的本质。
要恢复这流动的生命力，
我必须回归当下，
让我的心、灵与魂重新呼吸，
重新连接到生命的律动中去。
这些力量让我忙碌、盲目、迷茫，
却也指引着我前行的方向。
即便是被卡住的佛，
依然是一尊佛。
只要有觉知，
再强的枷锁也会化为虚无。
让情感的黑洞映照出，
我无限的感受能力。
让意识的迷宫展现出，
它那宽广无垠的中心。
让我的灵魂觉醒，
重新跳动，
活得自由而真实。
The Prose Poem
Busy · Blind · Lost
Through the deep reflection of the Heavenly Child,
dwelling in the peace and joy of the present moment,
I realize:
I am a Buddha,
entangled and stuck by three binding forces.
1. The Emotional Black Hole: Insatiable and Consuming
This is the endless hunger of emotions,
pulling me inward with the force of gravity.
No matter how much I feed it—with anger, desire, or fear—
it remains empty,
devouring my energy,
leaving me hollow and drained.
To escape this black hole,
I must stop feeding it,
sit in its pull,
and simply observe its power without resistance.
2. The Maze of Consciousness: Trapped Without a Way Out
My mind is a labyrinth,
spinning endless stories,
overthinking, and searching desperately for an exit.
I wander in loops,
mistaking complexity for depth,
mistaking movement for progress.
But the truth?
It lies in simplicity.
The way out of the maze is not escape—
it’s in seeing through its walls,
realizing the maze was never real.
3. The Numbness of the Spirit: Mind-Heart-Soul Unresponsive
My mind has dimmed its spark,
my heart no longer vibrates to life’s rhythm.
I am desensitized to the beauty around me,
cut off from wisdom,
detached from the living essence of life itself.
To restore the flow of vitality,
I must return to presence.
I must breathe freely again,
letting the mind, heart, and soul reconnect
and dance to the melody of existence.
These forces keep me busy, blind, and lost—
but they also guide me forward.
A stuck Buddha is still a Buddha,
and with awareness,
even the strongest chains dissolve.
Let the emotional black hole reflect
my infinite capacity to feel.
Let the maze of consciousness unveil
its spacious, boundless center.
Let my spirit awaken,
its natural rhythm alive and free.
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