想事情的時候、散步的時候、沮喪的時候，總是抬著頭看著天空。
「我喜歡想像，天空裡有一種永恆的存在，宛如流動的星辰」
睡前讀到這段文字，我想像斑斕的光中落下的塵埃、浪拍在石上碎成無數的花、樹葉在耳邊颯颯的聲響、貓咪緩緩呼吸起伏的胸膛。
這些反覆、有秩序的存在，就像宇宙裡無數星緹，看似散亂的排序，都有遵循某種律動，在黑暗中散發光芒。
靜靜觀測這些規律，無論是外在的自然或內在的心性，都在經歷某種神聖的時刻。
When thinking, when walking, when feeling low, I always look up at the sky.
“I like to imagine there is something eternal in the sky, like stars in motion.”
Reading this before sleep, I thought of dust falling through dappled light, waves breaking against stone into countless blooms, the rustle of leaves close to the ear, the slow rise and fall of a cat’s breathing chest.
These repeated, ordered presences are like countless celestial bodies in the universe. Their arrangement may seem scattered, yet each follows some rhythm, radiating light in the dark.
To quietly observe these patterns, whether in outer nature or inner disposition, is to pass through something sacred.