Friday, September 26, 2025

Mindful Prayer

Here you are. 
From the beginning of this month, you’ve been quietly writing down your seasonal and annual visions. 
You began with an abstract idea, then a rough sketch—gradually weaving your plan with warp and weft, scripting and refining each step with care. This blueprint is made by you, and only for you.

Now, here you are—at the close of September. 
You’ve completed this week’s work. 
You deserve the effort you’ve given, and you deserve rest—both physical and spiritual. 
You deserve a quiet celebration in your heart—not for any specific reason, but simply because I’m proud of you. 
Proud of what you’ve done. 
Proud of who you are.

You’ve been granted a gift: Golden treasures gathered along the way. Stretch your arms toward the golden sunlight. 
Notice the golden leaves drifting to the ground, and the tiny golden blossoms blooming in the cracks of the pavement.

Now, prepare a warm cup of osmanthus tea to soothe your heart. Light a golden candle to guide your way. 
Drink in the warm blessing of abundance—let it comfort your body and soul. 
Keep writing your dreams in your golden notebook. 
Your dreams, radiant as gold, echo in my heart—and soon, they will become reality in your life.

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春夜

你的眼神,明暗交雜,一笑成花。 是的我曾經見過這樣的世界,在北京的深夜,我們坐著計程車經過天安門廣場,那個紅色的光影和遠遠的毛澤東像,映照在車窗上,街燈閃爍,投影在你慵懶/疲倦/若有所思的臉上。 在很多年之後的今天,我忽然想起這個場景,或許從未逝去,只是沒有想起。弔詭的是,我甚至...