Saturday, March 27, 2010
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.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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
Friday, March 5, 2010
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.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
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."