Loy Ching-Yuen . No use fretting over gold, beauty, or fame; Nurturing these, how can we calmn Our fluttering heart? Non attachment brings deep truth And a truthful nature brings immortality. Empty your heart, Sit quietly on a mat In meditation we become one with All; Tao billows like the vapors In a mountain valley, And its supernatural power wafts into our soul.
Li Shang-yin . Falling Petals . Gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, And petals, confused in my little garden, Zigagging down my crooked path, Escort like dancers the setting sun. Oh, how can I bear to sweep them away? To a sad-eyed watcher they never return. Heart's fragrance is spent with the ending of spring And nothing left but a tear-stained robe.
PU SUAN TZU . A fragment moon hangs from a bare tung tree The water clock runs out, all is still Who sees the dim figure come and go alone Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose? . Startled, she gets up, looks back With longing no one sees And will not settle on any of the cold branches Along the chill and lonely beach.
Layman Pang-yun . My daily activities are not unusual, I'm just naturally in harmony with them, Grasping nothing, discarding nothing... Supernatural power and supernatural activity - Drawing water and carrying firewood
ASKING THE WAY TO COLD MOUNTAIN . Men ask the way to Cold Mountain Cold Mountain: there is no through trail. In summer, ice doesn't melt The rising sun blurs in swirling fog. How did I make it? My heart's not the same as yours. If your heart was like mine You'd get it and be right here.
A MOUNTAIN PAVILION ON A SUMMER DAY . The shade from trees is dense and summer days are long An upside down pavilion is mirrored in the pond Crystal curtains shimmer in the faintest wind A trellis of roses fills the courtyard with perfume
A VIEW OF TAISHAN . What shall I say of the great peak? -- The ancient dukedoms are everywhere green, Inspired and stirred by the breath of creation, With the Twin Forces balancing day and night. ...I bare my breast toward opening clouds, I strain my sight after birds flying home, When shall I reach the top and hold All mountains in a single glance?
Drinking Alone With The Moon . From a pot of wine among the flowers. I drank alone. There was no one with me-- Till raising my cup, I ask the bright moon To bring me my shadow and make us three. Alas, the moon was unable to drink And my shadow tagged me vacantly; But still for awhile I had these friends To cheer me through the end of spring... I sang. The moon encouraged me I danced. My shadow tumbled after. As long as I knew, we were born companions. And then I was drunk.And we lost one another. ...Shall goodwill ever be secure? I watch the long road of the River of Stars.
THE VALLEY WIND . Living in retirement beyond the World, Silently enjoying isolation, I pull the rope of my door tighter And stuff my window with roots and ferns. My spirit is tuned to the spring season: At the fall of the year there is autumn in my heart. Thus imitating cosmic changes, My cottage becomes a universe.>