I have three treasures. Guard and keep them: The first is deep love, The second is frugality, And the third is not to dare to be ahead of the world. Because of deep love, one is courageous. Because of frugality, one is generous. Because of not daring to be ahead of the world, one becomes the leader of the world.
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain. The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds.
Taoist Song . I will cast out Wisdom and reject Learning. My thoughts shall wander in the Great Void Always repenting of wrongs done Will never bring my heart to rest. I cast my hook in a single stream; But my joy is as though I possessed a Kingdom. I loose my hair and go singing; To the four frontiers men join in my refrain. This is the purport of my song: "My thoughts shall wander in the Great Void."
A Long Climb . In a sharp gale from the wide sky apes are whimpering, Birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand, Leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, While I watch the long river always rolling on. I have come three thousand mile away. Sad now with atumn And with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone. Ill fortune has laid a bitter frost on my temples, Heart-ache and weariness are a thick dust in my wine.
No tranquilization, No disturbance, No sitting, No meditation ... This is the Tathagata's Dhyana. The five Skandhas are not realities; The six object of sense are by nature empty. It is neither quiet nor illuminating; It is neither real nor empty; It does not abide in the Middle Way; It is not-doing, It is no-effect-producing; Yet, functioning with the utmost freedom: the Buddha-nature is all inclusive.
If you ignore its profundity, you can never practice stillness. Like the Great Void, it is Perfect and lacks nothing, nor has any excess. If you discriminate, you will miss its suchness. Cling not to external causes, nor stay in the Void. Differentiation ceases if you can be impartial. Stillness comes when all disturbances are stopped, clinging to stillness is also a mistake. If you cling to opposites, how will you know the One?
Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure. Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds; Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.
The secret of the receptive Must be sought in stillness; Within stillness there remains The potential for action. If you force empty sitting, Holding dead images in mind, The tiger runs, the dragon flees -- How can the elixir be given?
In ten directions everywhere, throughout the sea of lands, Every hair-tip encompasses oceans of 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.
Buddha preached in the twelve divisions, each division full of purest truth. East wind -- rain comes in the night, making all the forest fresh and new. No sutra that does not save the living, no branch in the forest not visited by spring. Learn to understand the meaning in them, don't try to decide which is "valid," which is not.
Meet it, and you do not see its beginning. Follow it, and you do not see its end. Stay with the ancient Way in order to master what is present. Knowing the primeval beginning is the essence of the Way.
"Drawn some sixty years ago by karma I turned life upside down And climbed straight on to lofty summits. Between my eyes a hanging sword, The Triple World is pure. Empty-handed, I hold a hoe, clearing a galaxy.
As the 'Ocean of the Knowing-mind' dries up, Pearls shine forth by themselves; Space smashed to dust, a moon hangs independent. I threw my net through Heaven, Caught the dragon and the phoenix; Alone I walk through the cosmos, Connecting the past and its people."
Gone, and a million things leave no trace Loosed, and it flows through the galaxies A fountain of light, into the very mind-- Not a thing, and yet it appears before me: Now I know the pearl of the Buddha-nature Know its use: a boundless perfect sphere.
Feng hsi wu . Waiting expectantly high in the tower in a slim breeze I see to the reaches of space -- only spring sorrow Growing, dark, dark, to the edge of heaven The sunset on the mist colors the grass Words are useless -- who would understand why I linger by the rail?
I should have one mad fling, get drunk -- "When there's wine, sing" -- But forced joy has no flavor My belt grows loose -- never mind I'm pale and worn -- she's worth it!