Thursday, March 31, 2011
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?
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tran Nhan Tong 1258-1308
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.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Climbing The Mountain
I burned incense, swept the earth, and waited
for a poem to come...
Then I laughed, and climbed the mountain,
leaning on my staff.
How I'd love to be a master
of the blue sky's art:
see how many sprigs of snow-white cloud
he's brushed in so far today.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and
when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits.
When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to convey ideas.
When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a person who has forgotten words?
That is the person I would like to talk to.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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
country fields of Yamato
Have their hazy existence.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
"If one sees me in forms,
If one seeks me in sounds,
He practices a misleading way.
He cannot see the essence of creeds:
All conditioned creeds
are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows,
like dew drops and a lightning flash:
contemplate them thus."
Creeds and doctrines are like a raft
to carry one to the other shore,
and then to relinquish.
Neither cling to the raft forever,
or reject it when drowning.
become a strong swimmer.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Look upon the body as unreal,
an image in a mirror,
the reflection of the moon in water.
Contemplate the mind as formless,
yet bright and pure.
Not a single thought arising,
empty, yet perceptive;
still, yet illuminating;
complete like the great emptiness,
containing all that is wonderful.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
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.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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?
Monday, March 7, 2011
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?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
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.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The whole universe
shatters into a hundred pieces.
In the great death
there is no heaven, no earth.
Once body and mind have turned over
there is only this to say:
Past mind cannot be grasped,
present mind cannot be grasped,
future mind cannot be grasped.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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