No matter where you are, whenever the sound of “Mama”
rings in your ear, you will automatically turn and look around,
like an antenna looking for the source of a sound. You may ultimately
find that it’s not your own child. Yet the childish call has
already started an emotional response like a chemical reaction,
which wells up in your heart and softens it in spite of what
you’ve just been through, whether you’ve been sad, angry, or are
still in the middle of a fight with someone, or simply do not feel
any emotions at all. If you are in a foreign country and have
been away from your child for a few days, this sound will even
make your eyes hot with tears.
Once you went to Central Taiwan on business and was visiting
places with a group of people. The trip was nearing its end,
and after lunch the coach would take you straight home to the North. Suddenly your mobile phone rang. It was the security
guard of your apartment complex. He said that your child had
come home earlier than usual. He couldn’t find his grandma and
he couldn’t enter the house. What should he do with him then?
“Might as well let him play in the courtyard downstairs till his
grandma comes back,” he muttered, and hung up. In less than
thirty seconds, your mood had changed completely. It crossed
your mind that your son is only a first-grader and has never been
left on his own. Even when playing in the courtyard downstairs,
he is never more than a few steps away from grandma, who can
keep an eye on him while engaging in a chat with the mothers of
other children. Now he’s playing by himself in the courtyard
with no other children around. What if the ball he’s playing with
rolls away and he chases it down the ramp, through the side door
(which by some bad chance may be open), down the main road,
into the non-too-slow flow of traffic? Even though the security
guard is on duty, one would not expect him to be constantly vigilant.
It’s true that it has been a few years since your family
moved to this community, but it’s a large residential area and
people don’t get too familiar with one another. Besides, the
security system is new.
You wanted to call the security office, but could not,
because your mobile phone hadn’t recorded the number when
the guard called you.
The group was only half way through lunch and your cotravelers
were in a very merry mood, taking it easy and chattering
away about the trip. But your mind was firmly fixed on your
child. Has he found his grandma? If not, is he playing by himself
in the courtyard? If so, is he safe there? What if he catches
the attention of some gangster or potential kidnapper? What if
he goes out into the street through the main gate? All these uncertainties made you sit on edge of your seat. Then your
determined side got the upper hand and you decided to take
action. Of course you could not immediately go back to your
son, who was two hundred kilometers away. From the telephone
directory, you picked a number starting with the same area code
as yours. A man, supposedly a neighbor, answered the phone.
He didn’t exactly know you, or your son, but he was willing to
help; he would go downstairs to see if there was a child playing
alone, and he would take him back to his own apartment and
keep him until someone came home.
Things didn’t turn out as anticipated. The neighbor came
back with the news that he didn’t see any lone child in the courtyard.
Before he could go on, you’d already burst into tears. It
was not until he reassured you that he had checked with the
security guard, and that the boy had found his grandma and was
home safe, that you were relieved, though you still had to fight
back more tears.
Later you felt embarrassed for being so sentimental. The
last thing you want is an overly emotional heart interfering in
your professional life. Yet, you are well aware that while experiences
in life have smoothed out the “bumps and edges” in your
personality, you find at the same time that your heart has
become softer and softer.
Another time you were attending a panel discussion on
Literature and Buddhism. As a layperson on the subject of
Buddhism, you could only talk about your fortuitous yet delicate
connection with the religion, a connection that traces back to
your mother.
You mentioned that in your heart resides the memory of an
eternal mountain. The passage of time, with all the shifts and
changes taking place in life has expanded the dimensions of this memory. As you recall it, it started with a childhood journey
with your mother. That day, mother took your younger sister
and you to board an old, worn-out, long-distance bus. Usually,
you’d only take this kind of trip when going for a visit to
mother’s family. But this time it was different. Instead of going
back to mother’s hometown, or staying for a few days with her
elder sister who owned a big day lily plantation in the mountains,
you visited another mountain. The bus took you to the
entrance of that mountain. Through the veil of smoke and dust
thrown up by the departing bus, you saw the gate to the mountain,
a structure in the shape of an inverted big U inscribed with
words. You didn’t recognize the words then, but you remembered
the shape of the characters and could later identify them as
“Pure Land Temple” written in the well-round and robust style
of the famous Tang Dynasty calligrapher Yan Zhenqing.
From the entrance of the mountain trail to the temple it was
a long trudge on a steep and hilly dirt road—challenging for
your younger sister and you, still very young then, but all the
more so for mother, already debilitated with illness. Yet, she
made it. She walked to the front of the Great Buddha and made
a pledge of personal dedication. This was your first and only
encounter with this mountain, and for mother, it was the first
and last. After that, she wasn’t even been able to summon
enough energy to venture beyond the confines of home, let alone
take a bus ride. Your only remaining impression of that mountain
was of the whirling smoke of incense in the temple. But
you do know that that temple, and the mountain on which it
stood, were the last stations of your mother’s journey through
life.
That day at the meeting, you shared this recollection with
the audience. As a matter of fact,....
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