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Might as well sleep

Might as well sleep

By Latoya BelllamyPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

At the foot of the vast Alps, there lives a group of mountain deer, they are very hard-working, proud of labor, the most work on weekdays is to escape the attack of mountain wolves, to find the necessary food, or to play, happy and free, their group is the most magnificent scenery at the foot of the mountain.

In winter, they do not have the habit of hibernation, winter is also the most idle season, because the mountain Wolf is afraid of the cold, will hide, this time the mountain deer is very relaxed, tired for half a year, they want to have a good rest, rest and rest, to deal with another war in the next year.

Some of the good deer begin to make trouble, often crossing half a mountain range in search of a source of pleasure, with the result that some deer actually wake up the sleeping Wolf. When one day at dawn, the sound of clanging steps came from a distance like a wind bell, the mountain wolves opened their sleepy eyes, straightened their drooped eyelashes, and gazed excitedly up into the distance, through the small Windows they repaired, they saw herds of unbound mountain deer, they slept and rode light, They want to prove that they are still the winners in the overall ecological balance.

The wolves gathered only in a flash, they attacked the deer with lightning speed, most of the deer were killed and wounded, and almost all the deer were fighting against it, but it still caused the crisis of "subjugating the country and exterminating the species".

After a winter of killing, the deer, with very few left, hurriedly evacuated to the narrowest area, leaving the entire empty field to the wolves, the wolves dare not slack, after packing up the river and mountain, once again take themselves into the paradise of the kaolang dream.

After more than a hundred years, the deer herd finally recovered to life, and the deer also had a leader, just like people, and the leaderless group was like a disorganized sand. After examining their mistakes, the leaders made a bold decision: during the winter leisure time, the deer should learn to hibernate. Rather than making trouble, it is better to calm down and concentrate on cultivation, waiting for the bright spring, and have the energy to compete with the wolves.

In this way, the deer at the foot of the Alps learn to hibernate, and when the snow falls, they usually huddle in their deer caves to enjoy the peace, their eyes slightly open, their limbs no longer moving. A pack that learns to rest is bound to be explosive.

It's better to sleep than to do nothing, a lesson the deer have long learned.

Huang Bari Zen master asked a group of disciples sit meditation, most people mind, cold god fly, absent-minded, Huang Bari Zen master is very angry, he looked around, unexpectedly found a small monk in the sitting sleep, his normal appearance, other small monks are pointing, Huang Bari Zen master heard the sound, said to other disciples: sleep is also a kind of practice.

In his opinion, when sleeping, the whole mind is closed, the body and mind are cold, how is it not practice, rather than awake and do not chant the sutra, it is better to have a good sleep, if you sit meditation thinking is not stable, a moment to think good, a moment to think evil, a moment to think good and evil, how is this a practice?

Either you do it or you don't do it. If you don't do something, you might as well go to sleep. Sleeping is also a kind of cultivation, a kind of practice, and the best way to achieve inner stability.

Sometimes, not thinking, not only in, but also the happiest existence, the highest understanding of the self is to forget the self, and the highest state of self-pursuit is to pursue nothing.

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    Written by Latoya Belllamy