On Novices being robed for the first time. The Buddha grieves that we must face such hardship. Don't let pretty flowers dazzle your young eyes. So don't be too arrogant or impatient, In the beginning, there was no model to follow. Seeing off a friend on foot Do you remember how when we were young we soared. Then, we were so full of ideas and bold Well... you're famous now. Now, living in the mountains meets all my wishes. |
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The Temple's Guest Room A guest is entertained in Cunxiang Room. He doesn't grumble, but he doesn't talk a lot. But up here, mountain trees support so many rattan vines. What did he think, this guest who casts aside the Buddha's words?
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In Praise of Elder Master Gu Ting Again, I am in the Elder's debt. He arrived: A fresh wind blows over an open field. His treasures! He's the very source of Chan!
Returning to Mount Gu after Forty years' absence to assist This used to be my mountain home. Xianglian Gong and I were old friends, The past keeps rushing up to me.
Given to Xing Jing, Fellow Member of the Sangha My home can be anywhere, heaven or earth. If I'm on a mountain, I can set my own pace. You need room in your heart... a big empty space
Crimson Stream Temple At Crimson Peak the clouds are thickest; The mountain flowers, glistening with frosty dew, At dawn, rain beats a tattoo on the rocks. By noon there's Armistice! |
Passing the Winter at Yunhua but not meeting up with my friend I came to this place where the trees are confusingly thick. I passed that stone... the one below the green pavilion. I waited. Ah... All feelings, The Chan gates both rest quietly now
On visiting Longhua Temple in Rangoon From this strategic point, one can control the Southern Seas. Incense floats out from the Golden Pagoda. The Courtyard buildings are now about to be locked. Here, heaven and man can meet |
Spring Rain everywhere without end Long rains - that's the real start of Spring. The cold grey mountain takes on delicate colors. The Willows have decided on their sole purpose: There's extra grass growing at the edge of the steps. |
Baoxi Tiefo Temple in Shanxi If you walk deep into the forest, The pines are old - as many years as there are wiggles on a dragon. As cold day starts to invade the heavens, Dare I inquire after Old Pang Mei - Old Big Eyebrows?
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