During this late spring, sandstorm is attacking many cities. Everything is covered in brown dust. The vision is blocked. We can’t see things clearly, and feel that the whole world is in a huge whirlpool. We know it will go away sooner or later, but we don’t expect its arriving again.
But can we see the flying dust in the wind in our mind? And how they interact with the substantial world? When we are swallowed by anxiety, our body becomes its sacrifice. When we always feel unsatisfied, more forms are produced to fill our extra desires. When we are in mourning or upset, tragic tones are weaved into melody. When we cling to the favorite smell and taste, more condiments are used to cover the original flavor. When we are involved in confusions, the delusions bring us into deeper puzzle.
They can be all called the dust of perplexity, dancing with the wind of illusive motives. Sometimes, we are blinded by prejudice. Sometimes, we regard a side as the whole. Sometimes, we think in the view of up-side down. The inner and outer dust are both blown by the common wind.
“I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes……Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind. Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.” A stream of song flows through my ears into my mind.
When I’m staying with the moments of dust in the wind, there’s also a voice in my brain: “It is the time to clean up the dust and cease the wind now.” When we wake up from the dream of “dust in the wind”, the sky is always clear, the wind keeps silence.