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我手提人生询问死亡,崇高之后是否还有崇高

 
 
 

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(原创组诗)华岩寺  

2007-10-27 20:12:09|  分类: 诗歌 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

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                                                                                卧佛

                                                                        面对文明

                                                                        你无休止地把睡眠延长

                                                                       大好时光从背后流走

                                                                       你的心境向谁吐露

                                                                       你八尺长的身躯

                                                                       已贴上三层金块

                                                                       富有的外表

                                                                       比你慈善的心灵更吸引人

                                                                       以济世为宗旨的佛祖

                                                                       面对手执金块的人

                                                                       你把眼睛紧闭

                                                                       面对只能付出一柱香的人

                                                                       你也把眼睛紧闭

                                                                       以长眠的方式

                                                                       把贫穷和富裕 一 一 躺倒

                                                                              小和尚

                                                                       你这令人费解的玩童

                                                                       把自己玩进魔法

                                                                       佛岸无边   相遇难得

                                                                       该叫你小朋友

                                                                       还是叫你大师

                                                                       你身上的袈裟

                                                                       比你的个子高

                                                                       比我的年龄长

                                                                       透过黄色的焚意

                                                                       你的天真正在燃烧

                                                                       我不得不再燃一柱香问一声佛祖

                                                                       在我成熟的年龄里

                                                                       是否还有仅存的天真被焚毁

                                                                              女  尼

                                                                       把自己静坐成一个圈

                                                                       拒绝爱情打扰

                                                                       人世间最美好的东西丢了

                                                                       你过于奢侈自己的行为

                                                              

                                                                       手拿木鱼声声敲自己

                                                                       细数了多少轮回

                                                                       让飘逝的发

                                                                       缠进无解之解中

                                                                       女尼    一世之后

                                                                       我仍然是远等爱情佳音的人

                                                                  

                                                                               坐 化 亭

                                                                       很难想象

                                                                       那一刻动人的结局

                                                                       进行了怎样的搏斗

                                                                       佛门唯一死亡的地方

                                                                       燃烧的血几度谢去

                                                                       那一片唯一冷寂的绿叶也飘走了

                                                                       你不朽的理由风雨兼程

                                                                       没有悲伤和眼泪流( 留)下

                                                                       行人才一去不复返

                                                                       我手提人生询问死亡

                                                                       崇高之后是否还有崇高

                                                              

                                                                      你不必坐等

                                                                      我不是理想中的来者

                                                                      我与人世间的瓜葛未了

                                                                      相反  我愿以流动的血

                                                                      劝回你的前世

                                                              

                                                              

 

                                                  

 

                                                       

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