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10 Poems by Master Hsu Yun:
|Meeting Tang Yousheng
Twenty-one years old and from my village, yet!
We simmered tea and talked and talked
All night long we talked in an adventure
The night sky is as lovely and charming as ever.
Hearing the Bell at Ge Jiang Shan Temple - between the river and the mountains
Heaven turns so slowly and gently, it tolerates my
I return to my cave in the mountain, but the trees are all
Suddenly I hear the Temple Bell!
Fa Jie Temple, Reliving an Ancient Practice
Slowly, one step at a time, I walk back and forth
The pines so tall, the cranes sit and nest in them.
The hushed rustlings of the mountain reward my
That Worthy One who used to be here...
Answering Layman Long Cheng Che who in accordance with instructions from Venerable Yin Guang to repair the barn of Lao Mountain asked me to go and live there
For a long time I've foolishly wanted
But "finally" is too late.
My dear companion! We've rummaged through
Pond on Mount Taibo in Shanxi
The water and my mind have both settled down
At night I see in the surface
All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
It confuses me a little
After the Rain, Climbing a Tall Building to View the Mountains
It was just clearing after the rain of the night
This poet's fest doesn't need any wine warming.
I write now and see it as I saw it then -
Outside a Mountain Temple resting at noon in a grove of bamboo
A summer day can seem as long as a year.
Because I'm simple and not very foresighted
Yet, a bamboo screen is as good for privacy as a ceramic
A response to the Magnanimous Layman Fu Wen Min
The Buddha, The Reverend One of the World, ascended the
Relying on the heartlessness of my sword
Whatever the style, a surface appearance is essentially
just that -
Only the person who gets rid of within and without
Clouds and Mist (a rare sight) on the Gansu Road
Cold smoke lingers like fog around a single lit
The ground is red like the inside of a fish's
Around half the pond grow poet Tao Qian's willows
To say Hello and Goodbye to such congenial and famous
|Six Poems on
Living in the Mountains
Beautiful birds perch on cliffs
Pines and bamboos perform sacred chants.
This escape from the ordinary world
The moon that I love clears a path through the
Chrysanthemums grow by the three ancient paths.
When the forest is dense, no guests pass by.
It seems that you've only just picked the chrysanthemums
Pity more the moon that night after night
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