Moonlit Night . The moon shines in Fuzhou tonight, In her chamber, she watches alone. I pity my distant boy and girl- They don't know why she thinks of Chang'an. Her cloud-like hair is sweet with mist, Her jade arms cold in the clear moonlight. When shall we lean in the empty window, Together in brightness, and tears dried up?
The old temple appears gloomy in the mist of autumn, A fishing boat is floating lonely in the first sounds of the evening bell. Over the clear water and quiet mountains white seagulls are flying, The wind subsides the clouds move lazily over a few red-leafed trees.
Forgetting all knowledge at one stroke, I do not need cultivation anymore. Activity expressing the ancient road, I don't fall into passivity. Everywhere trackless, conduct beyond sound and form: the adepts in all places call this the supreme state.
I OVERHEARD THEM TALKING ABOUT THE SOURCE OF THE PEARL RIVER
On the fifth floor in the city of Qujing they were talking about the Pearl River and its source "We were there two years ago fifty miles away from the city Nothing to see there Not a tree no grass no person no road Only some rocks Big and small all gray the mud sucked at our shoes Some crows flew up out of nowhere almost scared us to death what bad luck After a long trek in the mud we reached a ditch A drop of water dripped down from a crack in the rocks This is the source of the Pearl River We'll never go again in this life What bad luck" In the city of Qujing I listened to them talking about the Pearl River and looked into the distance Far away there were only barren hills.
only I am existing in heaven and earth— at this solitariness Kannon, you are smiling. Coming stealthily, who is it hitting the temple bell? It is late at night and t.me tor even the Buddha to go into dreaming. In the Lord Buddha's drowsy eyes the ancient country fields of Yamato Have their hazy existence.
The monkey is reaching For the moon in the water. Until death overtakes him He'll never give up. If he'd let go the branch and Disappear in the deep pool, The whole world would shine With dazzling pureness.
The unspoiled colors of a late summer night, The wind howling through the lofty pines -- The feel of the autumn approaching; The swaying bamboos keep resonating, And shedding tears of dew at dawn; Only those who exert themselves fully Will attain the Way, But even if you abandon all for the ancient path of meditation, You can never forget the meaning of sadness.
Sitting alone amongst the forest trees, The sixfold faculties always still and quiet. It seems as if you've lost a precious jewel, But have no pain of worry or distress. In all the World your visage has no peer, And yet you always sit with your eyes closed. The thoughts of each of us possess a doubt: What do you seek by dwelling in this place?
Where beauty is, then there is ugliness; Where right is, also there is wrong. Knowledge and ignorance are interdependent; Delusion and enlightenment condition each other. Since olden times it has been so. How could it be otherwise now? Wanting to get rid of one and grab the other is merely realizing a scene of stupidity. Even if you speak of the wonder of it all, how do you deal with each thing changing?
You've got to practice meditation when you walk, stand, lie down, sit, and work, while washing your hands, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, drinking tea, talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes, washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.
Refining the self, and setting up the foundation are not a matter of forced control, forced effort, or austere practices. What the work requires is first to recognize the natural, innocent true mind, and then to use this true mind to refine the self. Then a point of celestial energy emerges within the darkness - this is called true consciousness.