|On Novices being
robed for the first time.
The Buddha grieves that we must face such
He's so lovingly concerned for people like us.
Don't let pretty flowers dazzle your young eyes.
empty room can't get dusty
And even the lucky favorite is pursued by
So don't be too arrogant or impatient,
Take your time
and let us show you
How to wrap and tie a monk's robes.
In the beginning, there was no model to follow.
knew what needed to be done?
Look! One false move and your tangled up
Yes, take your time and let us show you
How to wrap and tie
an old monk's robes.
Seeing off a friend on foot
Do you remember how when we were young we soared.
we're old and hobble around on foot.
Then, we were so full of ideas and bold
We even put
water in the clouds.
Now we poke at the snow with our walking
And worry about frost and wind.
Well... you're famous now.
Your literary works are
Your reputation has reached all the way to the
The king, I understand, is quite impressed.
Now, living in the mountains meets all my wishes.
boast about having known you "then"...
So send me a letter to prove it
- and don't forget
To include some of your poignant verse.
Passing the Winter at Yunhua but not
meeting up with my friend
I came to this place where the trees are confusingly
Suddenly in the arched vault of the forest I found a
I passed that stone... the one below the green
There was frost on the leaves and the branch tips were bare
Who was it who carved those emotional words in the
I waited. Ah... All feelings,
Are they not just
emptiness of "me"?
The Chan gates both rest quietly now
With the plum
trees and the grasses
Awaiting the winds of Spring.
On visiting Longhua Temple in
From this strategic point, one can control the Southern
And so a Buddhist Palace was built from a Dragon's
Incense floats out from the Golden Pagoda.
himself, seems to appear in the smoke.
The Courtyard buildings are now about to be locked.
bridge to this place begins to support one end of a jade-like
Here, heaven and man can meet
To honor each other with
one sound from the temple bell.
Spring Rain everywhere without end
Long rains - that's the real start of
Everywhere you look - near or far -
Everything is fresh and
The cold grey mountain takes on delicate colors.
stone steps so washed not a speck of dust remains.
The Willows have decided on their sole purpose:
soothe your eyes with beauty.
The flowers are still sleeping.
haven't opened their lips to reveal anything.
There's extra grass growing at the edge of the
It's so eager to please, when you step on it
gently, then springs back,
As if it had merely bowed to
A guest is entertained in Cunxiang Room.
The meal is
meager and we serve water instead of tea.
He doesn't grumble, but he doesn't talk a lot.
doesn't have much to tell that we don't already know.
constancy about the world's changing news.
But up here, mountain trees support so many rattan
And water wells never fail to slake our thirst.
so quickly in this secluded place
We barely have enough time to gain
What did he think, this guest who casts aside the Buddha's
Did he think that what we had to offer him
Came from the
In Praise of Elder Master Gu
Again, I am in the Elder's debt.
Not only have I always
filled myself with his treasures
But his visit here tonight has given
me a theme for this discourse.
He arrived: A fresh wind blows over an open field.
arrived: The beautiful sun comes in the morning.
Even golden walls have
to respect the wind.
His treasures! He's the very source of Chan!
his depths issue fortune and wisdom.
With a wish he evaporates oceans
of winter grief
And creates a Spring in all the Ten Directions.
Returning to Mount Gu after Forty years'
absence to assist in the Funeral arrangements for Xianglian
This used to be my mountain home.
Now the place and I
My hair, all streaked with grey;
garden, dry and filled with stunted weeds.
Xianglian Gong and I were old friends,
But we don't
recognize each other.
Maybe I retreated too far.
The past keeps rushing up to me.
Confused, I ask
myself, "What do I do next?"
I look around, bewildered by so much
Only then do I notice that tears are running down my cheeks.
Given to Xing Jing, Fellow Member of the
My home can be anywhere, heaven or earth.
All I need is
room in my heart.
And a good source of water, of course.
If I'm on a mountain, I can set my own pace.
I'm busy now putting away herbs.
But even when I'm not busy I still
don't read much.
You need room in your heart... a big empty space
sort out what's real from what's not.
Crimson Stream Temple
At Crimson Peak the clouds are thickest;
mystic's road is clear though it turns
Again and again.
The mountain flowers, glistening with frosty dew,
Reflect the moon;
And safe within the stands of bamboo, a
At dawn, rain beats a tattoo on the rocks.
In a crazed
sortie, the dragon strikes at distant retreats,
Making clouds come in
so thick that morning turns to dusk.
By noon there's Armistice!
Sun and peace and a world
that's fresh and new.
Baoxi Tiefo Temple in
If you walk deep into the forest,
At the edge of the
You'll find a temple.
The pines are old - as many years as there are wiggles on
The cliffs are too steep even for tigers to sleep
As cold day starts to invade the heavens,
The sound of
chanted sutras purifies your ears.
Dare I inquire after Old Pang Mei - Old Big
How long has he managed to live