Tranquility, Landing where the Breeze Has Blown

   Written by Qiou Xian Qien    Yunnan Minority University

Translated by Mindy Brand

Flowers bloom, flowers fall, the scenes of Nature are many;

Moon is full, moon is crescent, the world has its joys and sorrows, partings and reunions;

Who can say the pride of spring is at the tip of a branch?

True feeling is also written under the flowers.

Tranquility, landing where the breeze has blown.

True happiness is a peaceful tranquility,

An open embrace for both full and crescent moon.

Happiness is like wind. The past beauty is often realized because of happiness. The heart often turns for a savored tune from bygone days. Happiness is in not speaking. It comes like a breeze, blows over a never-crying heart, and leaves circles of ripples. It is like a peaceful falling leaves touching ground lightly. Events of the past follow one after another. They've come like the wind, and gone also like the wind. Have a sunny mood; let the past events drift by. A tranquil mind always has a patch of clear sky where the thought can drift and wonder when it pleases, can rest when tired, and where the past can be made into sweet and delicious wine.

Tranquility, it is the ultimate quietness of sorrows. The moon of the fifteenth day is the roundest. On the fourteenth it is missing a bit of fullness, so is on the sixteenth. Eight or nine out of 10 events in life are disappointing. Who knows how great the scars can be left on the heart by the breeze's abuse? And what can the grinding of hardships and pain forge the heart into? If the endless sky has a wisp of colorful cloud, how many ripples will be created on the heart? “The tree desires to be quiet, but the wind does not stop.” Stop talking about fate's fairness. The things that can't be chosen are like the numerous stars of the night sky. There are too many to keep track of. The only thing that can be chosen is the tranquility after the breeze blows by. To a small sprout that has long anticipated the sweet rain, what a happy event is the arrival of a drop of clear dew. True happiness is the drought meeting the sweet dew, the rainbow after rain, the quietness after defeat, the acceptance after setbacks, and especially the comprehension in one's heart after the breeze has blown by.

Happiness itself is a kind of acceptance. People who give their whole selves will choose acceptance. Because when you do so, without realizing it, true happiness will come to you, personally look on you. The rippling of the heart is the offering. How can one not be happy about circling the exciting ring of flowers, letting the heart go? Only by accepting happily can we enjoy the happiness of acceptance. Actually, excitement is completely in not speaking. Without the struggle of climbing Tai Mountain, how can there be the good fortune of seeing the magnificence of its sunrise? From a certain meaning, happiness comes because of hardships and struggle. Happiness also has some pure bitterness.

A happy mood is the appearance of tranquility. Because there were flowers falling on where the breeze had blown, Dai Yu could take comfort in her heart after burying the flowers. That is not only tranquility but also happiness. There is nothing more clensing than putting down the baggage of the heart.

Let your heart fly all over the world. Stop talking about the blooming and falling of flowers. Stop mentioning the cloudy or clear sky, the full or crescent moon. Just wait for the passing of the breeze, and how happy the whole heart will be!