Guest guest Posted October 25, 2002 Report Share Posted October 25, 2002 >From a favorite or mine, the 14th century Chinese hermit poet Stonehouse (Translated by Red Pine) Book One: Monatain Poems 92 True emptiness is silent but always present masked by delusion for reasons unknown our true nature never leaves unreal existence flowers bloom and fall when the spring wind blows 110 Work with no mind and all work stops no more passion or sorrow but don't think no mind means you're done the thought of no-mind still remains 157 I meditate alone in the quiet and dark where nothing comes to mind I sweep the steps when the west wind is done I make a path for the moonlight 159 Good and bad fortune never lose the way success and failure both depend on karma realize both are empty at heart and what doesn't change is real 177 If you don't read sutras when you're young you won't know what they mean when you're old you won't know a million doors are in your infinitesimal mind indulging all day in love and hate how often will you think about life and death one day old age will surprise you and remorse will be too late Book Two: Gathas For abbot Chin I write down these lines to help you on the Path try this mountain life of mine pass your days in karma's wake don't be like the monks who wander east and west and north and south in your ordinary actions be alert don't relax see though the one who sees then your task is done >From Below High Cliffs — ten poems 6 Below high cliffs serene in solitude not visited by time the mind creates the world the window holds a setting moon the stove contains a dying fire pity the sleeping man startled from his butterfly's dream -- We are Not two, Richard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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