马小秋秋言物语2第五十二章：行云追赶彩霞

由于美国和中国时差12 个小时，中国是白天，美国就是夜晚， 这样，在美国出差时，我的工作就变成连轴转，每晚睡两三个小时是常事，以至于有一次裤袜穿到一半就在床上睡着了。回首来路， 这些年，一直是这么走过来的，夜以继日。有一首歌是这么唱的， “天上的行云啊，一生都没有家，行路匆匆，追赶着晚霞”。行云的一生都在虚空当中追逐着晚霞， 当晚霞来临时， 它们也会被披上最绚丽的霞光。我觉得自己的一生也像行云。虽然有房子住，但在我心目中，能够被计量的都不是家，广阔无垠的虚空才是。

这个世间，凡夫俗子生老病死，宇宙万物成住坏空，世间一切法无常。就比如现代人心心念念就是拥有属于自己的房子，认为房子能带来安全感，殊不知，你虽然买下这套房子，但七十年后就不再拥有归属权。所以，哪里还算得上是你的家？我们灵魂的家——身体，不也同样如此吗？一旦生命终结，身体也就成了日渐腐朽的蛋白质而已。但虚空不一样。我们不知道它何时诞生，也想象不到它有终结的那一天，我就把自己当作一片云彩，浩瀚无垠的虚空就是我的家。放下小我、放大心量，从一切无常中解脱，以虚空为家，心归虚空。

行云不断变幻，有时候是白云，有时候是乌云，当晚霞出现时，它们又会被衬托成好看的火红色，甚至是粉红色。我就想，人生能不能像行云一样拥有各种各样的颜色？我希望能像行云一样不停地追逐，让自己的人生更有意义和价值。但怎么才是有意义和价值？世人皆认为，功成名就。果真如此吗？见过凌晨三四点还在出摊卖烧烤的小贩；也见过凌晨四五点就在清扫街道的环卫工人；还见过在露天搭就简易床铺的建筑工人，难道他们的人生就没有价值与意义吗？这世间有多少人被纷繁世事所灼伤，在生老病死、烦恼忧悲伤苦前，人人平等。众生皆苦，我们在这大千世界沉浮，无论贫富高低，无论你为自己的灵魂选择的体验是什么，只要我们拼尽最后一丝力气认真生活，竭尽全力尽到自己本分，最终有所感悟与觉知，就是意义与价值。

而我，心态年轻，永远像一个少年般无畏、进取。这种状态会伴随我到生命终结的那一刻。这世间太多人喜欢拿“ 身不由己” 当作借口，又怎知“心甘情愿”的洒脱。身在无间，心在桃源，不执着于是非，不困囿于善恶，不惧色于生死。我想在追赶完晚霞之后， 我会看见漫天繁星，也会沐浴九州一色的月光。

Floating Clouds Chasing the Rosy Sunset

When in America on business, I had to deal with business affairs simultaneously in the United States and China at the same time, andit  had become quite usual for me  to  sleep only two  to  three hours per day.   I have always been this way, more or less. Here are the lyrics of a popular song: “The floating clouds in the sky never have a place to  rest; and they keep floating  and chasing the rosy sunsets. Floating clouds spend their life chasing the rosy sunset, once catching up, it will be ablaze with the colors of the setting sun.” My  life is  very much like floating clouds. Although I have a house to live in, this house is not the measure of where home is.

All things in the universe keep changing and rotating for given sets of time.  They are damaged, they return to  emptiness.  People  live  and die.The body, the temporary home of the soul, decays. I see myself as a piece offloating cloud, and I take the boundless sky as my home. I put myself  aside.      I liberate myself. The clouds change from white to grey or burning red or pink. I have wondered whether a life can experience these different colors of varied experience? I hope that, in floating, I can live a more grounded life: a meaningful, valuable life.

What kind of life is meaningful and valuable? Material success? We have seen street vendors sell barbecues at three or four in the morning;we have watched cleaners sweep the streets at four or five o’clock; we have observed construction workers sleep rough outdoors. Are they living a life without value and meaning? Countless people are burdened by complicated worldly affairs. Whether rich or poor, and no matter what experiences we have chosen for our souls, all creatures float about this universe. We are trying to live a careful life that leads to self-awareness. That is a life with value and meaning.