August 2026
01
There is no need to close the eyes,
or wait for the world to become quiet.
Sounds continue.
People pass by.
Things appear and disappear from attention.
Nothing needs to be removed
for awareness to remain.
Perhaps silence was never
the absence of sound.
Perhaps it is simply this—
nothing resisting
what is already here.
不需要闭上眼睛,
也不需要等世界安静下来。
声音继续。
人来人往。
事物进入注意,又离开。
没有什么需要被移除,
觉知才得以存在。
也许安静从来不是
声音的消失。
只是这一刻,
没有什么
在抵抗已经发生的一切。
02
Walking.
Cooking.
Speaking.
Turning when a child calls.
Attention gathers
where it is needed,
then quietly releases
when the moment has passed.
There is no state
that needs to be held.
No continuous openness
to maintain.
Gathering and opening
are movements of the same space.
走路。
做饭。
说话。
孩子叫时,自然回过身。
注意力在需要的地方
聚拢,
事情过去,
又悄悄松开。
没有一个状态
需要被保持。
也不需要维持
持续的开放。
聚拢与散开,
原来都发生在同一片空间里。
03
The body continues moving.
Hands reach, carry, wash, touch.
Things are still seen.
Names can still be used.
The ordinary world remains completely ordinary.
And yet, somewhere in all of this,
it becomes difficult to locate
the one standing at the centre,
the one to whom
all of this is supposedly happening.
Life continues
without waiting
for an owner.
身体继续行动。
手伸出去,拿起,清洗,触碰。
物仍然被看见。
名字仍然可以使用。
寻常世界依旧寻常。
可是在这一切之中,
越来越难找到
那个站在中央的人——
那个所谓
正在经历这一切的“我”。
生活继续发生,
并没有等待
一个拥有它的人。
04
Awareness does not require silence.
Wind through the trees,
footsteps across the floor,
a conversation nearby,
the movement of the hands—
none of them interrupt it.
They are not happening
inside awareness
or outside awareness.
For a moment,
there is simply
this whole field happening at once.
觉知并不需要安静。
树间的风,
地板上的脚步,
身旁的谈话,
手正在进行的动作——
没有一样
真正打断了它。
它们似乎也不再需要被分成
觉知之内,
或觉知之外。
某一刻,
只是这一整片,
同时发生。
05
There is no need
to remain open.
Sometimes attention narrows
to the edge of a knife,
a face,
a sentence being spoken.
Then the moment finishes,
and the edges soften again.
Nothing has been lost.
Focus does not leave awareness.
Openness does not bring it back.
Both arise,
both dissolve,
within what never needed
to become a state.
不需要
一直保持开放。
有时注意力自然收窄,
落在刀锋,
一张脸,
一句正在说的话上。
事情结束,
边界又慢慢松开。
没有什么因此失去。
聚焦没有离开觉知,
开放也没有把它带回来。
两者升起,
两者消散,
都在那个
从来不需要成为一种状态的
“这里”之中。
