Against the gently flowing spring morning The arrogant rattle of a passing coach Peach blossoms beckon from the distant village Willow branches caress the shoulder of my pond . As bream and carp flash their golden scales And mated ducks link embroidered wings The poet stares about: this way, then that-- Caught in a web beyond all speaking.
In ten directions everywhere, throughout the sea of lands, Every hair-tip encompasses oceans of the past, present and future. So, too, there is a sea of Buddhas, a sea of Buddha lands; Pervading them all, I cultivate for seas of endless time.
First blooming in the Western Paradise, The lotus has delighted us for ages. Its white petals are covered with dew, its jade green leaves spread over the pond, And its pure fragrance perfumes the wind. Cool and majestic, it raises from the murky water. The sun sets behind the mountains But I remain in the darkness, too captivated to leave.
CLEARING AT DAWN . The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colors of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish the blue pond is full; With singing thrushes the green boughs droop The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks' The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist. By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.
Well versed in the Buddha way, I go the non-way Without abandoning my Ordinary person's affairs. The conditioned and Name-and-form, All are flowers in the sky. Nameless and formless, I leave birth-and-death.
Reciting a small portion of the scriptures; But diligently putting it into practise; Letting go of passion, aggression, and confusion: Revering the truth with a clear mind; Not clinging to anything, here or after; Brings the harvet of the holy life.
The road enters green mountains near evening's dark; Beneath the white cherry trees, a Buddhist temple Who's priest doesn't know what regret for spring's passing means- Each stroke of his bell startles more blossoms into falling.
If you use your mind to try and understand reality, you will understand neither your mind nor reality. If you try and understand reality without using your mind, you will understand both your mind and reality.
The moon floats above the pines, And the night veranda is cold As the ancient, clear sound comes from your finger tips. The old melody usually makes the listeners weep, But zen music is beyond sentiment. Do not play unless the Great Sound of Lao-Tzu accompanies you
No use fretting over gold, beauty, fame; Nurturing these, how can we calm 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.
Thoughts . A lonely swan from the sea flies, To alight on puddles it does not deign. Nesting in the poplar of pearls It spies and questions green birds twain: "Don't you fear the threat of slings, perched on branches so high? Nice clothes invite pointing fingers, High climbers god's good will defy. Bird-hunters will grave me in vain, For I roam the limitless sky."