Table of Contents
Book 82 Dreaming eyes Rinsed by the Residual Rays of the Setting Sun
Book 83 The Shepherd Boy and His Ox in the Placid Milky Way —A message from Old Vairocana
Book 84 A Fool, a Gamer, a City Watchman, and a Company of Five Traveling Merchants —The Wanderer’s eight brothers
Book 85 My White Ox Likes Sleeping on the Open Ground —When the shepherd god set free the white ox
Book 86 Worry of Passion. Pure Song of Bodhi in Childhood
Book 87 Wandering: Essentially Following a Type of Condition To Complete a Type of Dream
Book 88 A White Owl Butterfly Flies Past a Cluster of Pomegranate Blossoms —Mind and spirit separated • Form and image unacquainted
Book 89 The Short Nose of the Benevolent One —A warm southerly breeze of fragrant summer
Book 90 White Rhapsody—Forgetting that oneself is a sentient being


Book 82 Dreaming eyes Rinsed by the Residual Rays of the Setting Sun

Subconscious rich in ignorance, sealing off
an untainted numinous space
Sense faculties bound to
the realms of desire, form, and formlessness
Mysterious karma releases a perfumed dark matter
stirring up my quiescent mind
It’s said that the signless Dharma realm is indestructible
The store-consciousness is the matrix of karma
Vain imaginings kick up erratic bursts of sense-object winds
Filling the sky with the dust of attachment
Continuously floating out from the eyes……
On the Avatamsaka world-sea
a blue beam of light permeates a red dream
Who is that under the moonlight, inside a transparent bubble on the sea
taking images pulled by the waves
into the vortex of darkness…
Oblivious to the mind of sentient beings, bound by the conditionings of the three times
Already you wait in the Saha world
Wondering “Where am I?” entangled in the past
Still he asks.
In former times the empty sea of milk was stirred, spewing up
the adamantine elixir of immortality
Gate of thusness
Adornment immaculate and extensive
Winds of defilement, the enactment of long-cherished dreams
Swiftly flying butterfly, like
Trundling spindrifts drawn into the glowing gate of the water-sky
That appropriation within innumerable treetops
How could it be involved with truth combined with a dream
Great bright mirror manifesting images in the ten directions
Someone discovers innumerable someones in a dream
each someone with
billions of promises made to images in the ten directions
Presently wondering how to distinguish real manifestations
in the gate of arising and ceasing.
Gears in a dream biting one another
Dwelling in the void, ever circulating……
In this world-sea there is an old house
harboring a longing for a room
Yesterday the inconceivable sea of sound, invited me
To leave a message in a moment of time and space
ninety-nine seconds
Trembling loud each sentence
a drop of condensed dew on a lotus leaf
Now why is there written in the Brahmi script 59 9 13 3 53?
There is a stainless and wondrous silent sound
Sending a message via the flower stamens brightly swaying
like a deep jade spring quietly
awakening memories of a past life
Thus have I heard
Hearing dust purified like
the resonant song of a golden oriole
Nature of the world, difficult to comprehend
spring breeze, each thought sedulously stirring the murmuring
surface of the water, waves
circling outwards … radiating over
the supine boulders of lonesome chaos
Steaming mist over a pellucid stream
A realm guarded by the bodhisattva mind
Emerald green curtains, settled and orderly
Red banners, each free and easy
Densely adorned world pregnant with causes and conditions, primordial and subtle
Instantly all formulas no longer formulas
A series of roars calls down a shower of flowers
attracting auspicious clouds to halt
within a purple Indra’s net hung with marvelous gems
Tonight, the Shepherd Boy invites
that inner ox
for a moonlight chat
Once upon a time far, far away
On the edge of the sky, there was a little girl
who for the sake of a hatchback backpack
Put her hands together in prayer, and beseeched Polaris
transferring merit ever since
Five thousand years ago, at the time of the Mesopotamian civilization
Mount Sumeru became a network
Purple lightning clears off a fiery flame
Little revolving wheel, roundly intersecting colliding
with the darkness, silent and obscure
Desirous of eliminating subtle confusion
Ripe fruit about to fall
How is it that Ksitigarbha
Divides the universe into two parts
undergoing the ravages of time without merit or demerit?
A mass of fog a mass of fire
A god of wind
tormented in light and shadow
The surpassingly splendid Hunter, on
a mysteriously arrayed
marvelous summit of constant flow
Opening—that magically manifesting garb
Restoring those naked seeds
of indestructible brightness
Pure colored lotus
How is the song of Huayan sung
Outside the awe-inspiring sound a Sumeru lamp
Turns into innumerable rays of light
Heaven and earth suddenly return to zero, become one huge mass
My responsive spirit numinously contacts
someone’s dream window
Lightly touching those
42 refugee letters, adept at entering
the gate of the native place
On the night of March 19, 2003
wrapped in two white skies
Two obstructed streams of light and sound
receive
a single stream of soft moonlight
Worldly thoughts, 3,000 years
Each one encircling the other
An inconceivable world where all the buddhas appear
in front of sentient beings
Eyes of impeccable vision
Ten fingerprints good at turning
that cord of great love between the eyebrows of the bodhisattva
Wondrous strains of music and drums rapidly entering
the perennial field of consciousness, barren, insentient, void
Depending on the mind the lotus flower dwells
How is it that in the world of true awakening
a single-petal lotus boat
crosses over
the gracefully dancing Saha world…
The jeweled sword of the vajra king has been unsheathed
The secret of birth unwinds thru the gate of thusness
riding a vow in a big bright net, no more rebirth
searching in worlds as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
Meeting eternal memories
counting backwards billions of years past
Today spring dew
makes a rubbing of the dawn
gifting an emerald green leaf
Seeking the past, how can it illuminate all things
Visitors in last night’s dream
fond of clambering, up to now
reluctant to go offline
Like a cloud in the sky attracting
the spring rains—the tears of a celestial maiden in the palace of form and formlessness
manifested by the might of the dragon king
See that rising sun
Unrolling the long scroll of heaven and earth
Collecting all the dribs and drabs in the world of sentient beings
placing them in the numinous palace made of dusk-red
true love.
How is it that after awakening to the sentiment of the flowers
That inner gloom quietly
flashing from the center of the sky
roaring into the wind—that one
Sitting cross-legged
within the setting sun of the Vernal Equinox.
Eighty-four thousand clean and clear
optical fibers, entering
eighty-four thousand fully open pores
Obliterating all defiled habits praising
with an ebullient song of joy
Fingerprints again flashing in the crescent moon between the eyebrows
Pearl between the eyebrows suddenly sends its expressive energy into the fingertips
Bosom friend at first intending to restore a cause stored up for a thousand years
Such is the power of the Buddha’s vow
that anger can be vented out of the very same nostril
Thus have I heard, with
the coming together of conditions, a moment becomes eternity.
Without compassion and wisdom
How could the bodhisattva mind create thought-seeds
and transmit them into the dreams of sentient beings
A snow-white flower on Vulture Peak
From the original seed of the great mountain of the universe
All year absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, sun and moon
Iceberg in a silvery domain
Fresh grass shoots tightly clustered
A yak frolics over there
Attachment, hoping on a cold March day
for the meeting of corresponding conditions
The indestructible world of truth is inconceivable
The mind of fickleness dyed with attachment, dropping color
originally unmoving
Tonight, the old monk on the mountain
takes a slice of moonlight and bakes it into a cake
Gives it to the Shepherd Boy about to descend the mountain in search of his ox
All buddha-worlds arise, continuous spring rain
Moistening the air, 12° Celsius, rippling water in the eyes.
Contemplating waiting thoughts
countless
Observing unsettled spring wind
wanton
A kind of beautiful dream in a dream
Difficult to sleep through the night…
In the dense forest of the aggregates there is a wildfire burning out of control
In the world-weaving net there are countless
non-flower flowers non-fog fogs
Greeting the Vernal Equinox, sending a message to dreamers
—Don’t squander the fortunate opportunity.
Over an ancient river
Putting up an arched bridge see
those pairs of fish fond of dancing the mambo
in a crystal-clear mountain stream…
Sentient beings avail their spiritual sensitivity
to uncover the karmic links from past lives
The penetrative power of wisdom, outflanks
the bunker of karma and consciousness
to directly enter the numinous palace on the sea of awakening
Hidden seeds of confusion
fond of lying in ambush in the jungle of defilements
People resigned to destiny stay at home
Those intent on conquering heaven go out and play!
On a boat buffeted by grade-13 waves
Wisdom mind of Biejing
embracing and kissing the three types of enemy-defilements on the sea of consciousness
Suddenly, white birds fly near, flowers in their beaks, like rain
The ten mysterious gates of the ninth level of appropriation open
Turning around, the Youth is eager to approach that ancient towering temple
by scrambling up fifty-three steps,
Planting pines • filling the rosy sky is the cloak of dawn
Chopping firewood • golden dusk is the cape of the sunset
A deep tunnel thru the galaxy
A patch of dark blue cast off by the moonlight
In former times you were once photographed by my mind’s eye
self prophecy
waiting at the ford of a dream
How can the compassionate heart say:
"When the matter if over, forget it..."
Dream interpretation
Only true love can save the world of sentient beings
beset with all manner of suffering
Avatamsaka sea, the flower-planting Youth riding in a boat
floating over the clear waters of spring
Reaching out to touch the warm green water
Affected, suddenly the shutter of the heart absconds
with the adamantine wheel of time, unmoving and silent
On the bank light of a crescent moon
obliquely illuminating rows of budding flowers
In a phantom city, memory crystals of a dream
drifting on the surging waves of consciousness……
Old friend waiting in a peach grove full of
pure azure
A blue stone from eight hundred million years ago
The Scion Drifter asleep
dragged by the deity of the night
into the realm of dreams
Dreamed of past mind appearing in thoughts of the past
future mind continuously fantasizing and clambering
present mind viewing the glow of dusk
turning into a flaming wheel that drops into the lake
Instantly dream eyes rinsed by the sunset
Since then, eyes still red
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March 22–23, 2003
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Book 83 The Shepherd Boy and His Ox in the Placid Milky Way
—A message from Old Vairocana

At night a lily expels
the Visitor’s evil-smelling breath
Forthwith acquiring—
A sacred mantra of supreme serenity
Water lily’s dream-obscuring craving for sleep, neglecting
the process whereby the countless stars scrub clean the moonlight
Seeds of the flower of awakening sprout with a clap of thunder on Waking of Insects
An old bodhi tree stands tall on a mountain peak
Closely contemplating the eternal mysteries of the universe
How the truly empty ocean of original nature
manifests the inexhaustible signs of karmic activity
Mind of sentient beings, flame of desire
red sky of dusk swallowing up the world
night after night infiltrating
the archives in the sea of consciousness, searching for images left behind in past lives
attempting to unlock memories long sealed.
Peach blossoms in bloom on the Spring Equinox
rolling like the crest of a wave
just so, the surging of thoughts within
Love, stunning bats, wings retracted
hanging upside down in a deep valley
hiding for three thousand years
Truth, hovering in the space of nothingness
Dream entwines around the complex sounds and images pulled along by the mind
obscuring the visibility scale of the self-nature
Beauty, lost on the ancient margins of the Milky Way
Long seen thru—
A mote of dust ensconcing a vast scripture
But due to following the example of the Shepherd Boy, accidentally
drawn into a bright pistil-banner
in bud
From now on, intellectual knowledge wraps up wisdom
no alternative but to play the fool
Moonlight hemmed in by swirling rain clouds
How might the self-attached mind turn the mind of heaven?

Since time immemorial there have been cytokines
ultimate eternal thoughts, like those of a mother for her child
long ago having forced their way into the virtual void of a dream
Who is it who with a single index finger
can subtly move the heartstrings of sentient beings
so that the resplendent pearl between the eyebrows immediately shines forth
Warm water, duck crossing a river on a spring day
forgetting all its worries……
A rambunctious child fond of playing a game of negative numbers
Skipping over the days remaining before he departs
Exhorting all the mothers of the world not to cry
Hands together in prayer, seven nights waiting
conditions arising and ceasing meeting
Two companions on top of a big reclining stone on Spirit Mountain
taking a short rest—
The tender bodhisattva heart flowing with the tears of sentient beings
Restoring the original scent and flavor
Returning the true sound and form
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Fire on the Euphrates River
Like a mandala of celestial rain
Within a happy-minded flower
A pair of brightly affectionate eyes
Trickling
The Wind Pavilion on the East Coast
Looking out upon a boundless expanse of azure
Branches of the Indian almond tree
laden with new buds of craving
Ballnut tree with tender stamens of brilliant red
The Shepherd Boy witnesses the colors of spring filling the world
but his ox is nowhere to be found
Five-colored jasmine abounding in fragrance
Fountain tree drops its blossoms, retaining the calyx
by virtue of a past vow
Outside the Ganlu Lecture Hall an old toad keen on hearing the Dharma
enters samadhi, transforms into an ancient specimen
Endlessly contemplating an inner scripture
like a new leaf
Off on the distant horizon, a signal fire reaches the highest heavens
It’s said that over a thousand material bodies have gone to cessation and vanished.
In the cold moonlight
There is the blurred face of a victor
Imprinted on a blood-stained river bed
Mother holding a young child, sporting on a bog of cinnabar red
Roaring high emotions of love can’t find a benevolent outlet
roar of raging anger!
Mom wants to see her son once more
Little sister asks her little brother to refrain from taking souvenir pictures
Sentient beings in the mountains praying to heaven and earth
… May all weapons of war be put to eternal rest may every armored horse be put out to pasture
May all those who die in battle also be reborn in the pure land …
At night
Dazzling lightning flashes in a black giant’s cauldron
Frightening the women and children of a nearby rustic village
Innocent baby
Smiling cheeks pressed tightly against his mighty loving mother
Quietly licking
his mother’s tear-soaked cheeks
Who is it who is able to use the mind of purity to fumigate
the habitual energy of the five desires and six senses that deviate from the beautiful
Completely restoring that long-lost original nature.
Dream entwining remembering to transfer the merit
from a road of the past catching up with the realm of the awe-inspiring sound outside of the kalpa
Only to depart thru the exit of the spiraling galaxy
of the future • signing in again
Saha world of the present
Suddenly floats off
Into a beautiful dream of 3,000 years in single thought of the present moment
lingering……
World formed of the network of illusion
Replete with symbols sparking memories of the native place
The Kid fond of play, unconcerned about
Getting lost, daily
playing on his pirate ship!
Appointment I take a letter sent to me from the native place
Using indra-jala.com.tw
to share it with all sentient beings
Capital of vain imaginings • in a game system
An embodiment of you and an embodiment of me
brought together thru conditions
Flag fluttered by a gust of wind, dispute unending
Suddenly, a leaf descends from out of the sky and covers the eyes
then realizing that it’s
Someone’s mind rattling a meteor in Biejing.
In a phantom network on the sea of consciousness there is a gamer
Tampering with the formula of the five aggregates
Spring Equinox, mountain trails
Three thousand purple pagoda flowers lining both sides blossoming
praising the lithe and graceful dance of the butterflies and dragonflies
pouring forth the final red stream of the setting sun
trapped in the maze of dusk……
The Child fond of pretending to be heartbroken
while departing with the ox in the golden drum of the setting sun
In a real situation, he’ll still bitterly cry
No idea that everything in the Saha world
is moving, nothing more than that clown on a small stage
fond of mocking the common folk
Chaotic subconscious, nothing more than
multiple multilateral multipolar tentacles
incredible, inconceivable
The misty spring earth, now staging
a rape-flower garden festival.
Connection / scriptures in the sea of consciousness
an invitation from a companion of wisdom and compassion
to leap over the space-time of primordial attachment
Autumn waters of the Milky Way, glossy and graceful, leisurely dance thru the Saha world
That solitary boat drifting, how can it support
the water and moon forever wandering in a limpid stream
A visitor from the other side of the awe-inspiring sound tells me that
The dense forest of the aggregates has already turned into
a hacker of the sky beyond the sky, trespassing
in the dream within a dream of world-weaving snares of attachment
On the further shore, the Maiden watches the sea
365 days a year waiting
twilight waking
for that fleeting purple lightning, like blue frost in the night sky
Beseeching the bodhisattva mind to open
the ten mysterious gates in the chaotic universe
Allowing all sentient beings in the whole world
to connect with that real world of the six characteristics of conditioned phenomena
to download the password of the 42 mysterious letters within the void of spiritual luminosity
to freely pass thru
an unobstructed net-like virtual space-time!
instantly—
The world-sea of the ten directions retires from the one impartial Dharma realm
A circular sign protecting the world of sentient beings
The Youth still lingering in a dream
Wondering where he might find a good night’s rest.
Magic touch
Earth, water, fire, wind, space, sight, and consciousness; seven types of genuine condition
permeating a guest in a dream
pilfering the data of the store-consciousness
playing hide and seek with the manager of the ego-consciousness
All appearances are false
As to the existence or nonexistence
Of the signs of reality
It all depends on the accuracy of the mind’s eye
Spring, purple-colored hair of the beefwood tree
carpets the hills, welcoming
the honored feet of those on a spring outing
A stunning white lotus, huge breaks thru
dense layers of flaming clouds……
with an elegant smile someone says:
“The hunters of that era
Once injured the Maiden’s memory.”
Some time ago the Youth’s magical garments
were dyed in various colors
From then on, on top of a primordial reclining boulder, making a rubbing
of the affective conditions in the three times of a pair of companions on Spirit Mountain.
Perfect brightness each side of a phantom city
planted with a firewall consisting of seven rows of trees
Clambering mind of the dense forest of the aggregates
Trapped inside the virtual mirror of reproduction
wandering throughout the year, nowhere an exit
Reverse rotation return
it’s still the Visitor
Original dream barred entry
Why held up in a phantom city
In a pure game of the childlike mind
There appears an ultimate headstrong hacker
Harassing in the tranquil Milky Way
the Shepherd Boy and his ox, and Pisces fond of playing with the moon’s
happy condition
Celestial soldiers of concentration infiltrate
factors of thought
instantly breaking open the seal on the water-mirror of numinous tranquility
Celestial general of samadhi, assembles countless laser beams of compassion
Casting them into a scripture in the sea of consciousness whereupon
all the gems in Indra’s net flash out to one another
The Master Craftsman of Consummate Ability practicing meditation, knowledge and vision complete
Fingertips placing a kiss between the eyebrows
A vivid hundred years in a single dream of the night
Guest in dream, using attachment to instantly write
on an endless scroll.
Ocean seal Old Woodcutter cum Pine Tree Planter on the Wind Pavilion
keeping watch for someone returning at night
The sincerely sailing Youth, an interlacing thought
going beyond a dream waving goodbye
to the world system of light and sound
Turning around searching for a new element influencing what is seen and heard
In the blink of an eye, the bow of the moon
Discharges a meteor which dashes against his heartstrings
Suddenly one thousand candles in one place
on a bog that’s never been polluted, dance of light
The Visitor and the Traveler rest by a pool
The setting sun accompanies the Wanderer’s prayers
tonight's dreams should be free of terror
Flowers ask the dusk
to dampen the thick clouds
to extend the twilight
In the forest there is a big black feral ox
moved about by the powerful winds
A barren illusory dream, once
had a real battle; now
a lingering fear in the mind of childhood……
Hands hanging by the side even those who are originally strangers
Can develop a genuine rapport.
Greeting the Vernal Equinox, birdsong fills the mountain monastery
The Shepherd Boy wanders over a thousand peaks
Pursuing that ox which disappeared without a trace
so long ago
Old Vairocana considering the past,
that original vow planted in the field of consciousness:
“Oh long night sky, gently extend your eyelashes
So that I can fill a basket full of moonlight……”
Three thousand fishing boats drifting on a great river
No longer going out to sea
From today onwards anchoring in samadhi, becoming reefs and forts
providing the fun-loving fish
with a sanctuary, lovely and majestic
Attentively a little train at the old Sijiaoting Station
fond of dancing the mambo with the easterly wind on Treasure Island
Even though brought together by karmic affinity
Yet reluctant to part
Look at the domain of delusion
Close upon the wind wheel, these swirling
One hundred eleven perfumed seas……

March 29, 2003
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Book 84 A Fool, a Gamer, a City Watchman, and a Company of Five Traveling Merchants
—The Wanderer’s eight brothers

A dream from last year’s Autumnal Equinox
Why such fretting this spring
Withered branches sweep the fallen leaves, yet can’t sweep away the dejection
on the silent Traveler’s face in the pleasure garden
A sudden crash of thunder on Waking of Insects a celestial maiden scatters a shower
of red flowers filling the sky
Comfortably settled in his own home, the Wanderer misses it by a narrow chance!
Off in the distance a little girl picks up a small white flower
beside herself with joy she capers off, now running, now skipping
Eighty-four thousand micro-fine pores, pregnant with
the scripture of the world-sea of the ten directions
The palace of the luminous mind, all-embracing, boundless, space-like; how is it that it can’t contain
a tiny amount of self-ignorance
The Wanderer asleep in his own home … oblivious to the
Daylight day in and day out
Shining down on the land from atop a wondrous peak
All things manifesting in the sensory ability of sentient beings
Spreading bright, uncovered.
The Yogi walking on the seabed deep down extending
a periscope from the Kingdom of Miaozhan
Waves on the surface of the sea
Billowing swells, all superficial dust
The Wanderer fast asleep, unaware of a dream
Coming in from ten directions……
Autumnal Equinox, sentient beings
each beating a golden drum and nagging a spouse
Spring Equinox, newborn baby
born to seek love and affection
Dreamer meandering in a dream for three thousand years
searching for that moonlight pearl
plucked from the Milky Way in a childhood dream
Hence the mind moves karmic signs, in turn turning the three subtleties
Primeval spirit takes on form
A primordial mystery sealed within a speck of dust
Henceforth whatever is perceived is like a fantasy
Hallucinating eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; emitting
the miasma of the five turbidities
turning into a huge beacon fire, enveloping
the azure sky of perfect enlightenment.
The Wanderer dreaming in a dream
Not noticing that transformation body wandering far from home
White wind sails
Snow-white waves within billowing clouds
all deposited in—
the secret treasury of three points deep within the palace of the ancient kings
In the scripture on the sea of consciousness
inverted images everywhere
Hunting eagle, ignoring a weeping mother’s entreaties
kills its prey
Dream within a dream, the mark of truth
again and again, how to avoid attachment
Admiring that original vow, that
spontaneous place of joy just so
the inconceivable power of the mind
Old sacred tree, bare and withered predicting—
Following the sunset, the sea-waves will dance a mambo……
A maple leave swirling in the easterly wind
mounting a cloud-wave to watch the sunset
The Wanderer far from home dreams of
the provisional self, entrusted
to someone else
Henceforth a pair of hiking boots traverses a thousand li
Promising that a drama woven in a childhood dream
Will surely start on time.
Going deeply into a single form of practice, cricket invites frog
to jointly make music under the moonlight
All-embracing ten directions, dragonfly and butterfly
drunkenly dance amongst the flowers
Turning turning turning craving follows situations
aversion renders situations unhappy
Defilements cropping up in clusters … supernatural powers ineffective
Eye measures form
Ear examines sound
If not for the spring wind blowing away the fog of confusion
How could sentient beings cross over all their miseries?
The daylight of the native place is about to bloom
Dream of a distant place, remains
in the sky beyond the sky beyond the countless grains of sand in the Ganges
Celestial drum peals can’t call back
someone wearing a cape and hiding in a windy cabinet
is it karma or confusion?
True love of perfect enlightenment turns into the compassion of the bodhisattva
Worldlings have early on renounced the childlike mind
Outside the realm of desire
The palace of Mara quietly drops into each repeating dream landing in remote places
Dark Milky Way opens mysterious bat wings
Flying in boundless space
An open-air theater, how is it that at
dusk the sun doesn’t set
Sail turning in reverse
Who is it who placed the subconscious
On that side of a continuous dream
Preventing someone from ever disconnecting from the Saha world
The Master Craftsman takes heaven and earth
fries them into a cake
stuffed with the universe as a single thought … a single thought as the universe
in the minds of all sentient beings.
Images and sounds echoed in shape and sound
Boundless power of karma bound up in the craving of desire
Form, feeling, perception, conditioning, consciousness
The five aggregates worldlings take to be the self
Evening and morning, rising and ebbing tide
Wayward waves extending
the water-mirror, orderly and clear
sweeps away the Traveler’s confused footprints on the beach
A phantom city of boundless extent
A vision in the mind of sentient beings conjured up by the
Kapila Incantation of a dreamer
causing the trouble-bugs of ignorance in the sea of consciousness
to be sealed into the gibberish of the self
Instant thought, still playing a game of you throw, I carry
believed to extend over the four seas
and encompass heaven and earth
Big Dipper tonight
There will be a very subtle miracle
Only that radiant and vivacious
Waxing crescent moon above comprehends
the secret intentions of heaven and earth in the new century
If a sentient being had heard in a past life
That the true mind of original enlightenment never changes
Then how could the hunter wash his hands in the beacon-signal
how could the nightjar go on patrol in the clouds
How is it that sentient beings and old friends often clash in the line of fire
Turning over a primordial falcon totem
Smoke, light, and mist, there is always a stray animal
Little stars shine not
in the deep dark valley of inhumanity.
Ancient battlefield a new signal fire burns again
Who will pray ─
May birds and beasts the trapper’s net avoid
May the Loafer and traveling trader find their way home
How can one expiate the turbid mind
How can on atone for an unruly heart
The abyss of suffering originates from the initial
fear born of ignorance, then
transforms into the world of the five aggregates besieging the self
Rushing delusions, climbing cascades
waves floating up in the mind
Pulling and dragging, wave upon wave
wrapping round the perfectly effulgent original nature
Mountains and rivers come into being without an owner
only to be discovered and claimed
At ease and ill at ease, depending on the light of countless lamps
how could it encompass Indra’s net
Closely observe the evening sky
setting sun transformed into the glittering flames
inside a censer.
Wind wheel of a great vow whirling on the sea of great compassion
Immeasurable majestic beauty of all things in the universe
appears in the one impartial Dharma realm
Eighty-four thousand kinds of ancient immortal memory
day and night repeat
whirling in the vast subconscious
Ancient sacred tree again blooms this spring
Tonight new waters fill an ancient well
The world of sentient beings contains the bodhisattva mind
Who is it who compels sentient beings
to bear every painful result
Deity of the night in the night sky releases
dream fairies
The next day, peach blossoms
Scattered all over a pleasure garden
each one bright fresh red □□□□□□□
The trichiliocosm makes a single buddha realm
The buddha realms of the ten directions makes a single Jambu banner
Ten Jambu-banner-buddha-realms make a world sea
At the center is the lotus-store-adornment world sea, containing
one hundred and eleven kinds of world-seeds
Outside the Saha world in outer space
There are yet innumerable trichiliocosms
World-seeds as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, continuously forming a network of worlds
Changing forms due to consciousness
Within the eternally silent light the subtle
secret treasury of three points where the great awakened ones sojourn
How could there be a group of senseless people, from the phantom city
stowing away to the world of dust
The abode of desire, at base ill at ease
Vairocana, sitting cross-legged
world of true emptiness devoid of sound and form
each thought just so, in accord with the minds of sentient beings
ever turning the wheel of the true Dharma, bright as the sun
Dense forest of the aggregates and the world-producing web, thoroughly depending on
the ten habitual causes accumulated over aeons
the orbiting transmigration of the six interacting retributions……
due to illusion, seeking illusion
up to
The boundless sea of dreams
Wake up, come to
That deathless Youth in a dream has already disappeared!
Clear and tranquil bank of a lake dropping anchor
is that boat with no one onboard
Drifting about in the easterly wind
waiting for a new captain
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Numinous source of original awakening
fully entering
the deity of the sea of tranquil sound
Three thousand years, still in a single thought
A numinous key of primordial space-time
Can’t lock up the moving feet of light and shadow
Wind-sail of the power of a vow, a thousand li in a single day, rapidly accumulating
that tacit understanding turning in place passion over
billions of li
Growth rings of an ancient tree, writing out
the story of a tsunami of old
Masked palm civet with a keen sense of smell prowling in the night forest
Crescent-curved machete, instantly cuts
the complex wings of a celestial butterfly
A guest takes advantage of the moonlight to go into the city to do business
carelessly gets nerve racked
City watchman on duty 365 days a year
all because of some tears lost long ago in a distant place
A quick-witted gamer avoids the passions of the desire realm
but can’t see thru the non-passion of the realms of form and non-form
A fool bewildered and confused
Can’t fathom the clamor of the world
doesn’t understand the compassionate intention of “being parted from loved ones”
doesn’t see the edifying meaning of “being united with loathed ones.”
Outside the universe
There is an unhurried sea of omniscience
Just now the Great Caravan Leader of Supreme Knowledge plays a game of hundreds of billions of avatars
The bright mind palace of child-like sentiment
is off limits to evil spells
A thousand flashing galaxies
Originating in a single flower of awakening
Nurtured in the chaos of dark matter
forcing its way into the numinous palace in the heart of sentient beings
Countless wisdom seeds sneaked into
the dust zone of the five turbidities
connecting with the mother of activity consciousness
You,
Are all the signs magically transformed by “me”
In the world of antimatter
Essentially without coming or going
the Dharma abides in the Dharma's position, dwelling forever in worldly marks.
He
Is force of activity set in motion by “my” ability and energy
Within a reversed space-time
A youth of excellent practice
pilots a flying mansion
From a city of the future back to
the beginning of the universe searching for
the source of the mystery of life.
I,
Am the three subtleties born in a moment of “self-“ ignorance
Self-attachment hiding a black wind
Heart of compassion sympathy
All because—if there is any notion
it interferes
with the distinctive mark of truth in the present moment.
I am not me
no notion of self no notion of person
no notion of sentient being no notion of life span
Teardrop of a celestial maiden of radiant sound
falling …
… turning into a huge miraculous lotus flower
come to the Saha world
The Child builds a sand castle
Making up a story of wandering far from home
Suddenly, in the great theater of the universe
three thousand musicians go on strike
The crowd gradually quits the big open-air theater
leaving behind only
a few bit actors, waving
a huge broom, doing a
cursive dance □□□□□□□

March 30–31, 2003
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Book 85 My White Ox Likes Sleeping on the Open Ground
—When the shepherd god set free the white ox

A crescent moon stretching the margins of the Milky Way
that’s the dream realm wherein I dwell
Already three days into Qingming
Hualian City abounds in romantic purple
for it’s now the season when the long and supple lavender stretches out
At this point in time
My white ox likes sleeping on the open ground
Mountain monastery with a nighttime drizzle, as the humidity reaches a peak
Distant yearning carried by the easterly wind,
deposited next to someone’s bluestone
Thrusting tide meets the roaring waves
repeatedly rushing into my quiet heart……
Three coconut trees next to the Wind Pavilion sprout new shoots
Spotted bamboo on the other side
Stained with teardrops deeper gold in early spring
My favorite Indian almond tree, each branch laden with sprouts fresh and tender
ballnut tree, purple-hearted blossoms and glistening curved leaves
That ox formerly pastured at Guishan has recently reappeared
The ingenuous Shepherd Boy calls out
to a lifetime from three thousand years ago
Causes and conditions subtly moving
To an auspicious reunion with his dear ox
bowing low paying respect
sincere promise
stooping down to enter
A long-absent guest from afar
presently meets his bosom friend condensed affection
A lapis lazuli cup magically formed of seashells
filled with silvery-white snow
inside, there glows
a dreamlike red rose.
Stream water incessantly flowing
rushing towards the fragrant sea to sport with the waves
Gurgling sound of a leisurely spring
drifting bubbles unhurried
Looking up at the starless night sky
deepening the yearning of sentient beings
It’s dependently arisen in the Dharma realm
A cycle of seven days
For completing a good dream
Even when it’s late in the morning
the Shepherd Boy rides his ox, often rapping its horns
You are my master amongst guests
I am your guest amongst masters.
5:15 in the morning on the mountain birds vie to make the first chirp
My mind instantly collides with
the primary luminosity of the essence of consciousness fond of dreaming……
Spring rain delivers successive volleys of affectionate tones, filling the streams
Faint breeze drifting across enervated ink, embellishing the earth
It’s said that in the northeast there is a green primeval world
A luxuriant oncidium blooms
revealing one thousand one hundred and eleven stamens
A pomegranate tree in the mountains, today bursting with one thousand red blossoms
A pair of stray birds fond of singing frolic therein
Footpath exuding a brightening coolness
Droves of wild lilies in bud declare their faith
Chinese new year flowers, small and yellow, from the Himalayas
stamens aglow in the wind, captivating
One of great merit has nothing to fear ever safe and sound
Blessing Lesser Full Grain
Clueless as to whether the dreamlike purple-blue margin of the Milky Way
Has invited the companionship of the starry sky, happy and bright
Pisces brilliant in the night sky
Sentient beings have forgotten the knower of the worlds yet
fond of weaving that world-weaving web
A hundred billion bright pearls in Indra’s net
tonight will shine bright
Already awakened to the reality of flowers
It’s that subtle cause in life after life
Causing me to abide in
your lovely dream, forgetting to return
Phantom city, passing by village after village
Dreamlike sea of illusion, passing one city after another
searching
How is it that the return journey gets farther and farther
□□□ slow and long, gradual and gentle □□□
Homesick train of thought
increasingly unable to replenish the power of the mind
Seeds of delusion soar throughout the sky
then chase the waves
I brandish that vajra sword without a handle
Truncated
but then it floods the entire universe
The Master Craftsman quietly moves his ax
Instantly removing the dust on the nose of the Old Woodcutter
Someone beloved, esteemed, and clever, only
silently jumping on that white crane
and sauntering about in a silver cage below the moonlight
Who is it who can exchange true love for misery
causing the spring wind to forever hang in the jade dew
Who is it who in a state of pure emptiness
ride the waves, taking microsteps
nurturing the numinous sprouts of inherent nature
There is a type of gamer fond of racing wildly on the limits of the net-sea
The Youth obsessed with seeking a feeling of modernity
within the dense vocabulary of personal style
Legend has it that in Chishang Township on the east coast
A new Silkworm Island has come up
The baby silkworms filling the trees clamber in the holes on the mulberry hedges, spying on
the true appearance of spring
There is a dream that repeats
after I wake up
How is it that the Painter, after applying color to the four season’s garb
folds it up again
On an old desk, visitors place
A wild lily
In the space of a single night
Seven blossoms bloom, bright as snow.
Ardor permeates the pattern of thought
Now in a firefight with one’s spouse
The bodhisattva’s eye of the true Dharma, enters
the center of the sea of dreams in the heart
Following a light rain—
Water droplets filling the sky adhere to leaves and condense into glimmering dew
Due to thirst, the Traveler manufactures delusions
Sleepless nights
All because of a malfunctioning dream system
Light of awakening impervious to
The first loud injurious shout!
Following Qingming fog rises in the mountains
Old academy wavering
in the green forest, putting on a pantomime
The Wanderer smoothly picks up a serenade of treasure island
Traveling merchants, someone now directs
a big con of friendly illusion
outrageous lies continually fermenting……
Sentient beings lost in the tribulation of nihility
nobody to help
when will the bodhisattva mind again make its presence felt?
That beautiful and stately palace of the heart today has a new owner
A seven-colored rainbow appears on the azure sea
transforming into a long arched bow
An eagle spreads its wings powerful as an arrow
Soaring up from the surface of the water…
Moon effulgent with a white rabbit
pressing close to a wavering red lantern welcoming the spring wind
Praying for something
A previous appointment to meet on two ends of a bridge
log in, go online
the common within the common invades the easterly wind, then
shutting out the appearance of spring
Night forest with a hunter
remembering that twilight glow, just disappeared
When the shepherd god set free the white ox
Present moment sound and hearing
accompanying movement and stillness in
quietly numinous ears manifesting.
It’s said that a child that smiles a lot
Quickly gets the knack of holding a flower
See that boomerang
Thinking it’s gone, then it comes back
During evening prayers a dreamer in advance
bids the Wanderer a good morning
If the Traveler wants to log into the realm of vain imaginings
then he must first log out of the phantom city
Just so, in a dream
if I don’t exist
then
neither do you.
Having left home as a boy
The Child has long forgotten the password for returning home
Even a phantom cavalry can’t penetrate
the city-state of desire
Tiny molecules of ignorance and confusion guide
the state where true fire permeates the nature of emptiness
A matrix
Nurturing eighty-four thousand seeds of tribulation
The Maiden uses her lovely red lips
to disseminate the news of a ghastly war
All the marks of grief and despair
How can she cast a glance to have a look?
Weeds covering a mountain
Hiding a forgotten ancient battlefield
God of the mountain, uses a pair of divine eyes
to silently take pity on the common people
The power of samadhi can’t hold back the bodhisattva mind ready for action
One thousand tearful eyes
Great compassion eager to relieve suffering
Only I perceive the sound of the world
how could I possibly disconnect from sentient beings
A new crescent moon arrives from a primordial ice age
A supernova is about to break out of the dust
Milky Way in the night sky, wondering when there appeared
the twelve animals in the zodiac and the twelve constellations
Crow butterflies in a glen
Flock northward, intent on returning to their mysterious homeland
Fragments of a relief discovered on an ancient rock wall
A beacon fire can’t dampen the spirits
of an ingenuous child fond of play
Towering moonlight
observing upside down, from an oblique angle
anxious to take the jumbled mind of sentient beings, bring it back
to the original horizontal state
The wise ox meets the foolish Shepherd Boy
Dynamic clouds mimic the evening glow
Urging on the maturation of the wholesome seeds of sentient beings
dream of perfumed delusion staggered program
The Master takes hold of the eighty-four thousand strands of defilement
makes them into a small bundle, puts it in the fire
Reducing it to ashes
Yet the pure and radiant mind of sentient beings
surreptitiously again drops into
the trap set by the self
□□□□□□□
Shore scenery
Full moon on the flowering treetops, it’s
the roosting place of my dream
Crescent curved eyebrows like a bow slightly lift
Long eyelashes like fragrant grass
One pair of beautiful bright eyes, like
a clear-flowing spring
Lithely flowing … exuding
an enchanting sentiment
Is it mere happiness or
perfect joy…
Pair of companions on Spirit Mountain, from ancient times up to the present searching for one another
Wild nongmangkha flowers supporting the heavens, flaming-red blossoms
Someone eager to redeem a vow
takes a seed from the garden of the perpetual calyx
placing everything sour spicy bitter sweet
under the tongue to taste
A blue-green banner wondrously interposed between two peaks
White flowers, theme song of the Vernal Equinox
Lightning and thunder on Waking of Insects
the exclamation point of the god of spring
Peach blossoms appear in the orchard
White waves billow
This spring
There are again fresh stories to extend □□□□□□

April 12, 2003
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Book 86 Worry of Passion. Pure Song of Bodhi in Childhood

A rainbow transforms into a crescent moon
pulling in
the red glow of evening in between heaven and earth turning it into
the eye of dusk
Numinous water-mirror on the primordial sea of aeons
superficial dust, seeds of the aggregates
The garden of inherent enlightenment
Displays not the celestial flowers of reality
A beam of pure moonlight in the starry sky
washes past the Wanderer’s long, waving thoughts
Ten billion tired faces of the Saha world
Can’t piece together a stately natural world
Ingenuous smiling countenance of a baby
Immediately sweeps away all illusions of feeling and wisdom
filling space……
Wine with an alcohol concentration of 52 v / v percent
in an old wine cellar in Luzhou, Sichuan
11:45 am on March 15, 2003
When the temperature was 21°C and the relative humidity was 72 percent
An eccentric old man and the visiting Maiden drink 750cc
slightly drunk, planning to meet at dusk on the Autumnal Equinox
Worry surveys the past observing clearly
A song like the spindrift, each note
is the spirit of the bodhi tree
events of the past, clambering and dispersing
Now quiet, now confused arising and ceasing
continually
Worrying oneself, yet giving dispassion to others
The old man’s leisurely stubbornness still relies on his ingenuous nature
Turning away from ignorance, so that the sense faculties don’t meet with dust
Abiding in righteousness, great function unhindered
no longer looking for trouble.
Hometown of dreams, the double helix galaxy
swirling in a scripture on the sea of consciousness
Faraway land of vain imaginings, southern swallows
fly over and build a nest under the eaves where the Visitor is putting up
Who is the owner of that magic mirror so fond of getting involved in the strange world of illusion
virtually responding to a story of you and me
Spacious mountain at night there appears
a group of visitors wearing wide-brimmed bamboo rain hats fitted with lamps
The Wanderer comfortably asleep in the bosom of a great dream undergoing
the karmic forces of ignorance and craving conducive to rebirth
No idea that that world within a dream
Is replete with delusion and vain imaginings
the many indeterminate elements of the three types of defilements
Below the dream, the whirlpool of desire lingers
Above the dream, an inexhaustible treasury can be born
The turning Youth pilots in reverse
an unsinkable, irreversible sailing ship riding a vow
circling into the realm of the five aggregates
Weaving the net of the world, tightly woven net of attachment
trapping sentient beings
Dense forest of the aggregates, pervaded by mist and fog
Blocking the road returning to the true self
Boundless and vague nine night skies
producing a dream of an idea continuing for 3,000 years
Instantly the Youth logs onto—Indra’s net
online in the appropriation space of the ninth dimension
for the sake of countless sentient beings, searching for
That great scripture of the world sea of the ten directions
The inconceivable ultimate meaning realized by the Tathagata □□□□□□□
Tenfold wisdom of one truth
Spring breeze gently
blowing on the mountain, entering the spirit
In the sparkling deep blue sea
A loving heart searches far and wide for truth
Seeing that in the three times and ten directions
tonight all the doors and windows are closed
A single primordial gem-candle lights by itself
lighting up all seed-lamps
Instantly reducing to ashes
the beginningless dark matter of ignorance
Pulverizing the clambering mind
Empty, yet full of life; full of life, yet empty
Brilliant one hundred eleven perfumed seas
Bright and resplendent
Mind of compassion permeates the realm of tribulation
seeking the brilliant place of awakening
Why can’t it be lifted and born up
How is it that the muck and mire again defiles the nature of sentient beings
Praying: May all weapons of war be put to eternal rest; may every armored horse be put out to pasture
How can you let strangers wander alone
on a dark street corner in a foreign land
quietly going tossing all the way
All things nod under the moonlight
Savages reveling in the light of a beacon fire
crying out in a desolate wilderness
Within the vast realm of ignorance, there is
a fire of tacit understanding about to appear
A pair of broken sandals to walk on top of the crest of a wave
A bubble on the water, condenses
on the periphery of the thicket of defilements
The Scion Drifter got fleeced, but dares not tell anyone
The 17-year-old Youth presently has a new awakening
The Wanderer wakes with a start below the bodhi tree
Attending to all the attachments in the world
the energy and conflict is all my mind.
Mud-brick houses can’t stop falling rocks
Horizon moon hiding in a seaport
Children of the earth forever thinking about the mother of the native place
Dusk countryside
the Child rushes home
Misty drizzle
The evening sky can’t detain the Visitor’s passing intentions
Not resting, owing and owing more
Like wisteria roots encircling a house
Taking a rest, having more than enough
Domed skylight high above
light and color flowing from above…
Wilderness tufts of intrepid grass
howl of driving winds
won’t let you pass!
Totem of song and dance, cups and plates have already left the feast
How is it that it’s late in the morning and they still won’t let you go?
The mind of all sentient beings
A single thought is the trichiliocosm, the trichiliocosm is a single thought
Question:
“Do you, me, and him have it inside?”
The moonlight can’t be trapped between the eyebrows a secret revealed
Drawing out the jeweled sword of the vajra king
sweeping away five Mount Sumerus
Ever since the Child swallowed a magic pill
He no longer fears that monster in his mind
Late spring long and fine feelers of a willow tree
startle the nerves
The pace of the earth’s joy gradually increases
Greeting the arrival of summer.
Once an octagonal pavilion
Now known as the Wind Pavilion
Two excellent Indian almond trees
A long-standing ballnut tree
Three irregular king coconut trees
A practical mulberry tree
Buzzing of cicadas accompanies birdsong, bees sporting with butterflies
Praying mantis unable to impede a Japanese rhinoceros beetle
Spider can’t net a small squirrel
Outside the mountain gate a night rain lightly drizzles
Black clouds of ignorance
contending for a paint bucket as big as the universe
All things in the natural world
earth, water, fire, wind, always endlessly busy
Winter farmers put down their hoes and stop plowing
happily at home weaving dreams
The Traveler in spring traverses a thousand hills covered with peach blossoms
but then repeatedly hangs back
The weary Wanderer leans against a boulder next to a stream
in hot pursuit of a dream, barging into
an interconnected world of future space-time
following the palpitations of a savage road, chasing waves
drifting into the network of the sea of illusion…
Spring morning on the eastern seacoast
very fine sun shower
…small grasses covering the mountain, each blade glittering bright
The Wanderer prays—
That the wind-force of a vow will drive away the dust
That impurities won’t stick to that small spherical surface, bright as a mirror
So that it’s possible to illuminate
the universal water of true emptiness
the pure mark of truth of water-like true emptiness
Dream within a dream
Force of karma on the surface of the sea of consciousness
applying layers of demonic impediments
blocking that numinous avenue
The sower of defilements and objects of knowledge, hidden
in the subconscious mind, deeply planting self-attachment
Henceforth my mind in the sea of essential nature
deep rooted
Continually giving orders
Lingering resentment, clambering attachment
discriminatory thoughts recurring
circulating illusions entangling
The primary luminosity of the consciousness of the eighth dimension □□□□□□□
A chaotic big dream
rattled by the sound of the celestial drum startled
beyond the mountain, within fragrant banner-stamens
spores, riding the wind
seeking something to attach to…
White seed fluff of willow trees floating in the wind, carelessly
bumping into a butterfly’s eyebrows
A thousand cranes fly past a thousand hills covered with tea trees
Blue stream, lying
on a dark green prairie
Spring flowers all waiting for the bees and butterflies
Afterglow of the new moon concealed in a crack in the window of time
Someone from a dream
again drawn into another phantom city
The Little Girl hangs wind chimes on a pinwheel
continually ringing out, all because
she’s worried that a monster outside the door will make off with the moon
Old wooden house squawking in the wind
Mossy old stone benches still firm as a mountain
Black light in the black night containing
a non-quadrant, profoundly subtle supernova
spreading flowers in the Realm of the Awe-inspiring Sound beyond the sky
Just like a galaxy of spotlessly white sea shells nurturing
a flawless pearl
The finale of the universe is not found in the hometown of finality
Actual enlightenment is not in a pure land
The Shepherd Boy quietly pushes the defilements, receiving
a modicum of satisfaction and tranquility
Original lilies of the Land of Felicity
Glistening like stars in the night sky
Wavering stamens all over the mountain
arresting the bees on their way home
Northern golden orb weaver spreads its net on the route of the butterflies returning home
Sparrow uses its slender claws to rustle up the dry leaves
camouflaging itself to catch an orange oakleaf
Small praying mantis imitates the heroic character of the earth
only succeeding in truncating the pathway of the flying eagle
Curved moon, uses a golden ax
To carve the mysterious den of the night sky.
Worry of passion, has never forgotten the
pure song of enlightenment in childhood
Non-stop singing
A thousand cups without getting drunk, only tipsy
Just like a baby dreaming
Jumbling together into a single mass everything past and future
Intention memory thoughts intricately overlapping
again and again □□□□□□□

Grain Rain, 2003
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Book 87 Wandering: Essentially Following a Type of Condition To Complete a Type of Dream

Fog-shrouded water-moon world
penetrated by a sword of light
cut off all flow
In a park a young father
plays with his baby by imitating the flapping wings of an eagle
Causing the child to think that he’s a bird
so that he grows up wanting to learn how to fly
Last night, the Youth latched onto a fragmentary memory
Returning to childhood to search for his former self
Small white flower pure as snow containing
a sword-stamen with a golden radiance
Late spring thunder and lightning come in from beyond the firmament
Wind and insects, between the pollen and stamen scent
taking a course on the mystery of life in the universe
Small dewdrops on the tips of the leaves joyfully exclaim:
“Today we have to join forces to drive off the sunlight!”
Mountain temple’s 52 stairs flanked by candlelight
wavering on a rainy night
A type of eternal obsession born of ignorance
regularly appearing in a deep-sleep dream
The 17-year-old Youth laden with emotion can’t find a place to unload
Delusions erratically careening
in the sea of consciousness
colliding with vestiges of past karma
recognizing portents of future matured results
It’s said that human beings have 3.12 billion genes
arranged into 23 pairs of chromosomes
And that the few remaining
genetic puzzles
are the most complex.
Chan says: Why has the lion not come out of its den?
The Shepherd Boy says: The Dharma realm hides in a single command.
Chan says: What happens when the lion finally comes out?
The Shepherd Boy says: Blue waves dance and flowers fall in riotous profusion!
Chan says: What’s it like just before he comes out—
The Shepherd Boy says: There is a type of idler that is most intolerable…
●
Little Sister likes to ask others about their dreams
The Child likes to tell stories to himself
The Visitor puts up for the night in a mysterious place in a foreign land
under the moonlight, discovering
an ancient manuscript
Wandering: Essentially following a type of condition to complete a type of dream……
Silkworm Island; because it has silkworms, it also has mulberries
A pair of eyes all day led about by forms
Six senses constantly lost
Mind without a leader
World of sky flowers, misty fog comes again
Who is it who opened the door making
a new exit for the net in a dream, the dream in a net
The Land of Felicity—
Someone makes a vow and pays homage
A single numinous bud binds the spring wind into a single leaf
A single tassel of golden rice fills the sky with the color of autumn
When it’s late in the morning, who doesn’t dream
Big white ox fond of sleeping on a big round mirror
Peas and fried string beans
Seeds planted last year, flowering this spring
All things return to the one
the one returns to chaos
chaos flees into emptiness
Someone why still hiding in a magical light
Repeated admonitions
Not awakening!
Time approaches Birth of Summer
Poinciana flowers bloom like
a hundred thousand flaming matches
Late last autumn the westerly wind
blew in red leaves
inscribed with the longings of the sentient beings of the native place…
The Youth wandering in gloom, up to the present
yet to sign.
Primordial tortoise shell engraved with
A promise from eight thousand years ago—
The earliest prototype of the wheel of Dharma turned by the bodhisattva mind
Source of the ingenuous childlike sentiment
having already traversed the trichiliocosm of the world of the wavering senses
how can it know no rest
Love accompanies truth coursing
in unobstructed space, passing thru Indra’s net
penetrating the ten directions
There is a numinous energy oozing out from a valley between two hills
There is a mutated red leaf, turning into
a strange visitor come to study the spring sky
There is a solitary shooting star that strayed into the double-helix Milky Way
—already stuck there for five hundred million years
A gamer, come from a cruise ship, signs in
Advancing into an unfamiliar network
On a ray of numinous light there appears
thirteen intercept points
each transmitting five divination slips
A mirror of eternal quiescence, border containing
the ten mysterious gates of the universe.
Grain Rain typhoon
Unstable air current interrupts the gentle easterly wind
Scattered sun showers mixed with distant muffled thunder
As if requesting the spring to make an early curtain call
Dense forest trails, slippery moss
sliding under the Explorer’s hiking boots
Fresh and tender lichen, dances out
a vast body of green
Tranquil pool, deep and cool
Who was it who tossed in a dumb rock tossing up the waves
The Youth all day seeking a response having no idea
where the road of attachment and desire finally leads
The stubborn Kid quarrels with his parents
Late at night … hiding alone inside a blanket, sobbing
Rubbing eyes, damaging eyelashes; nose blocked with snot
In a dream a dense cloud abets the wind and rain
drenching the Traveler’s lapel
The Visitor can’t give up his innate defiling habits
When heaven and earth made the human race, they laid out
a vast array of traps of ignorance
Beneath an ancient banyan tree there is an earth god shrine
observing all the vicissitudes of the world
Who is it who can seize the dazzling beauty
of the last day of Grain Rain?
Rare spring typhoon, yesterday
inexplicably approached from the southeast
Peaks wind dance of awe-inspiring sound
Spirit of the moon tucked away into the pleated skirt of the clouds
Tung tree blossoms drop into the white waves of an ancient well
Lavender in love with violets
Skillfully crafted beyond the sky
Pre-sown rice seedlings, filling up
the world's granary
Blue sky and green water with a mysterious ancient ford
Night forest, fireflies
following the commands of the moonlight
The shy Youth hides away his emotions and desires
inside a red apple
Lightly taking a bite, tasting
the original flavor of life, no seasoning added
Within the inherent nature, signless and undefiled
Primordial flowers of awakening, already blooming
no ambiguity whatsoever
Fixing in mind thinking of you, missing you, remembering you
Permeating space, pervading the Dharma realm
allowing everything you want
imagining from the calamities of the distant past
up to the future emptiness devoid of all
Start to finish in a huge dreamed up wave
unable to go back.
Creating
A vacuum empty in nature what is empty in nature in a vacuum
Reversing 180°, suddenly transforming boundless karma
producing eternal memory of heartache
Discovering
Purple sand shells found in the Himalayas
In the depths of the sea, appears
fragments of the roof beam from the cremation stupa of an ancient moon
Confusing reversed dream how to
Courageously cross beyond all misery
Someone sleepwalking in the ninth dimension
completely unaware
My mind of compassion ever
unable to conquer the army of Mara in the mirror
Depending on a vow one may pray
But habits bring in defiling attachments
obstructing the passage of light;
clambering deep rooted, forcefully invading
occupying the ground of delusion
Relentless storm devastates
the newborn Buddha heart
Greed, aversion, delusion, and arrogance four big gamers
going online from within the waves holding my heart
A surge of dark fear
races wildly within the gate of birth and death
0 and 1 locked up
by the chain of continuous individual maturation of you, me, him
Seas of delusion as countless as the sands of the Ganges
maglev spinning top, suspended in a dark game
Sentient and insentient, brought together by conditions
giving rise to a boundless transformation realm
All the gods trying to solve the riddle lying between prohibition and indulgence
Bodhisattva mind establishing contact thru our dreams
Presently, how to refrain from dwelling on ourselves?
Mark of thusness encompassing everything in the universe
how can you get a glimpse of it without the eye of wisdom
Two eyes gleaming with compassion
plundered by the flames of wrath!
The earth can’t bear up the worries of the eternal Maiden
The totem of a benevolent one in the phantom city plundered!
Ignorance and confusion can’t carry weighty karma
interlocked, dragged down
into the world of dark confusion
The numinous water-mirror of eternally quiescent light was pilfered some time ago
The sound of rain outside the window, gradually merging with the beating of the drum of the ten directions
Red, yellow, blue, green; various hues transform into a colorful rainbow
Who is it who with a turn of the hand
can turn over space—
Thunk! Thrill
Ocean of milk of the moon palace out jumps
a drop of radiant dew
following a pulse of light
synergizing into energy, permeating
the mysterious spiritual essence of the sentient world
Swan vacantly staring at the sky
Waterfowl looking blankly at the water
The great sun selects the sunset of the annual Vernal and Autumnal Equinoxes
to take a picture—
Of the eternal aspirations of all sentient beings.
Springtime easterly wind fond of pumping
brightly colored sound waves
into the chinks in the sunlight
Wavering cherry trees, transform into swirling butterflies and snow
falling……
When will the mind of sentient beings be able to
log out of the domain of delusion
log into the mysterious secret treasury of three points
Returning to the final place
wonderful deed august world of truth
The Wanderer follows a dream to
The familiar pleasure garden
Lavender casts out a faint purple haze
Suddenly countless
Flowers of awakening and the Buddha-seeds fill space
Sealing off the door of thusness
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April 23, 2003
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Book 88 A White Owl Butterfly Flies Past a Cluster of Pomegranate Blossoms
—Mind and spirit separated • Form and image unacquainted

Birth of Summer, in the mountains
hoards of insects fly in after the rain
Microorganisms spreading pervasively
In each and every mote of dust, everywhere
limitless aggregation
New leaves on the bodhi tree glimmering in the morning sunlight
Dusk water lilies holding dust
together falling asleep
Clustering mulberries of fresh red and glossy black
Newborn silkworm suddenly starts climbing
surpassing the highest heavens
Moonlight quietly permeates into the bright bellflowers
gracefully dancing in the fragrant wind
The Maiden’s brocade bag filled with
all manner of mysterious abilities
Seeking the sound, relieving suffering, accepting
may all beings equally attain the seed of perfect wisdom
Watching a thousand sails floating across a thousand rivers
There appear countless moons lined up close together
The Great Caravan Leader of Supreme Knowledge magically produces
in the secret treasury of three points wherein true emptiness marvelously exists
an inconceivable scripture in the world sea of the ten directions
A super gamer from the ten mysterious gates
logs into, leisurely travels in
a protogenic peach garden.
Wake up from a dream, pleasurably telling in detail—
Every little story that’s ever happened
In every small village
Thinking, considering, remembering continuously arising
A pair of hiking boots covered with color and fragrance
leaving tracks everywhere … form and image
A canary flies into a palace of ice
see that newborn phoenix dancing the bath of fire
Beautiful butterfly lured into captivity by the floating flower fragrance
The Little Girl is fond of mimicking herself in dreams and fantasies
The fundamental Dharma wheel of the universe, revolving rotating
depending on this, the wheel of Dharma forever turns
From the objective subjective
self-witnessing rewitnessing
Moment to moment recombining subtle ideas and memories
transcending
ten dimensional space, exchanging
dense factors of passion seized onto life after life
Night sky Milky Way • Indra’s net
completely hung—with countless primordial seed-lamps
each star like the countless grains of sand
in the Saha world
Releaser, inner treasury with the scripture of the trichiliocosm
Gatherer, character-suiting fields
producing magical garments
See that ancient sacred tree, this spring growing new cones
Convertible car
With unobstructed vision
Green hills with a thousand brushes together painting a picture
Swelling waves of green water, ten thousand brushes rippling the mountain river
Conditions meeting in form
Who is it who can use a negative number to remove
a vast square root √
Then use subtraction
To subtract until there’s almost nothing left, then
discovering traces of antimatter
Miraculous transformation of everything in the universe
Hidden in the breath of the earth’s four season’s
Whoever has that pair of bare feet
Can catch the sound of truth, not empty.
A banner of light rises in the east
Illuminating mountains and rivers
Meandering channel of the Saha world
The Treasure Seeker looking for treasure in an well-proportioned field
searching for memories past
to find out whether they ensconce forgotten stories
The winter cicada of last year
in the wink of an eye
turns all bright colors into a black and white silhouette
After Grain Rain, all dormant pupae
metamorphose into lovely butterflies
reweaving a rainbow of midsummer
An ancient guest in the land of dreams, in a moment of carelessness
eyes blinded by
The light wave of a white owl butterfly flying past a cluster of pomegranate blossoms!
Instantly, mind and spirit separated
form and image unacquainted
Realm of former illusions every kind of
emotional complexes over past events come surging in from beyond the awe-inspiring sound……
realizing outside the dream, there is still a dream
beyond truth, there is still truth
Old sacred tree stripped of a layer of bark by someone
True self hidden by a mask
The contemporary Saha world uses a minute photocatalyst
to ward off microbial species of ignorance
Worldlings with a great heap of troubles
Still have to endure the inferno of the five aggregates.
Summer footsteps come to a pond in the south
Where an emperor lotus
Quietly opens a small white flower
On a northwest blue cliff
There is a butterfly cave where butterflies are born every year
At the mouth of the cave is a wind bell
Ringing throughout the day
urgently warning
the young butterflies to not get caught in the illusory thicket of light
In a complicated and confusing phantom scene
There appears the window of someone’s dream
It’s the beguiling song of the five aggregates accompanying the Kapila incantation
A new strain of poison, breaks into a barricaded border town
Legend has it that on the seventh day of the fifth lunar month, Mercury is in transit
rain clouds bring in the plum rains—
Blue planet hacked by a mysterious hacker
Disrupting people’s breathing
Throwing the principles of human relations into disorder
wanton cruelty everywhere, turning a blind eye
to that plaything of unknown name
Sentient beings can’t help but to set off
a ruthless inferno off the rails!
Sealed • such is their plight
Pitiful humanity bounded
Who is it who comes to put an end to all suffering
Startled a single tear of condensed dew contains one hundred million
varieties of magical microorganisms
determining the physical forms in which people abide
Mother doting on her tender newborn baby
Who is it who has put her under such unlimited inconvenience
Falling short of the original intention to be the mother of humanity
Who is it who disrupted the genetic map
changing the original sorting formula
What crosses over the cordon line is not the feet
The conductor’s hand can’t unlock a bounded interface
All sentient beings have an inexplicable master of knowledge and vision
loudly calling out
lonely an isolating sadness
leaving behind an image of wild shouts
Boundless dark night
ignorant child alone
groping over rocks to cross a great river rushing…
distress accompanies anguish
Human nature, why is it increasingly bleak
Fermenting gloom of an island’s population
That propensity for derailment why is it
not self-controlled
Waiting for a hole to appear in the sky, only then beseeching Queen Nuwa to come and fix the stone pillar
Sentient beings search for the outlet of love
But fall short of the equanimity of the bodhisattva
piety reaching the acme of goodness, truth, and beauty
Entire island sunk in silent fear
Someone suffers insomnia due to yearning
Previously there was an abundance of tender feeling, but now there’s only anomie and loneliness
Seeds of defilement gestating in the sea of anxiety
Who will come to light a lamp for that child scared of the dark?
An anxious mood of blank ignorance
Spreading
People have lost their original ability to interact and respond
Lonely desolation written on every face
In the hearts of the masses
anxious alienation
What has caused
Beautiful Formosa to become a desolate city of indifference
Yesterday's enthusiastic impression gradually
distorted in the blurred vision of the worldling
A visitor lights 49 lamps
praying for the entire nation—
To be free of disaster calamity
All plagues turn into dust
Praying that the boundless world will endure
for generosity far and near for happiness and longevity
Hopeful expectation that the noble human nature will again warm up
the Maiden will again be filled with sweet affection
the Child can reveal his ingenuous smile
Everywhere enjoying his mischievous games
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Wondering how many times, on the blue planet
a hermit crab has been unable to find a new shell
Distinctive rumbling of the wind
Moon laying down layers of shadows
An ancient sailing ship with a tall mast carries
the Gamer and the Hacker from
the heresy of the nature of emptiness as true form
traveling like a mystical bird escaping from the net•a golden eagle at top speed
freely traveling to the world where the nature of form is true emptiness
Observe! Like a mother worried about her son
Enter! Like the Wanderer remembering his mother on a long night
An imperishable seed hoping for
12 types of completely mild and attentive cultivation
Spring silkworms in love with the spring
completely intent and focused
Buzzing of cicadas lingering on a midsummer night
connecting the minds of the Visitor and the Traveler
Old tung tree releases phytoncide all over the mountain
Wavering blossoms converging like silvery white waves
Clusters of red firecracker flowers sketching the scenery
on both sides of a mountain stream
Jasmine stamens emitting a delicate fragrance
Attracting the Visitor’s attention.
Green hills of summer
Wearing a gold-rimmed white-cloud cap
Light rain evening southerly wind
misses its meeting with the beautiful wild lilies
like snow and ice in the cold of winter
leaving early, unable to wait for the spring peach blossoms
In the Baihua Stream dull rocks and flowing water joined in song
Beside the Wind Pavilion
One thousand green umbrellas prop up a fragrant blue-green jeweled cloud-canopy
Warm southerly breeze whisks past the cuff of the clouds
It’s ten thousand blades of grass collectively emitting
an initial burst of tea fragrance……
My favorite Indian almond tree
each leaf steeped in misty dew
each fruit segment bright as jade
The old bodhi tree also has new fruit
All neatly arranged just like
the glittering pearls of mindfulness attached to Indra’s net.
Birth of Summer welcomes Lesser Full Grain
Eye of enlightenment reveals the world of sentient beings
Land of Felicity
Diligently paying homage to the Triple Gem throughout the year—
Garcinias in bloom
The delicate fragrance attaching to the clothes of a visitor
a big wicker basket filled with fallen stalks
tender green like the purple lotus stamens of small bell apples
Junipers laden with fruit
Like gorgeous amethysts as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
each one solid, mysterious, affectionate
Once in a thousand years, an old sacred fir quietly
grows dancing pink seed-flames stamens most excellent
proudly permeating the entire mountain
As though making a vow in front of a sea of lamps
Praying for the wellbeing of all sentient beings
on the blue planet □□□□□□□

May 11, 2003
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Book 89 The Short Nose of the Benevolent One
—A warm southerly breeze of fragrant summer

A single thought falls into
Three thousand troubles, beginningless past lives
A single thought enters into
A boundlessly vast inspiration, steadfast right activity
A thought of confusion turns the eyes
A thought of awakening raises the eyebrows
Instantly arising
Stately flowers of summer
are the embryo of the southerly wind
Perfuming fragrance taking its place therein
Guiding thought into space
is the source of dependent arising
prior to creation.
Sense faculty
Holding up a flower, flower more beautiful
Resting on a tree top
in exchange for a refreshing coolness
Sense object
A wholesome thought
A wholesome world forever resides
in the primordial immortal entrance of the heart
An unwholesome thought
Planting a memory-seed of hedonistic unhappiness
resulting in the departure of beauty and coolness.
Consciousness
An infant’s single intention is to eat
A child’s single intention is to play
An adolescent’s single intention is to hide away in silence
A youth’s single intention is to fret and worry
An adult’s single intention is to ceaselessly seek romance
A bodhisattva’s single intention is to rescue
each and every sentient being
from whatever afflicts them.
Delusions clambering in the past and future
of sense faculties, sense objects, and consciousness
Drops of water combining with wind
Importing the essence of consciousness the soul of desire
the characteristic of differentiation
Red dragonfly flying into the Purple Butterfly Valley
A pair of antennae permeate the world of the sense organs
the earliest palace of the spirit, seeking
boundlessly multiplying
mutually perfuming latent elements
putting desire into effect.
Who was it who quietly
set in motion the thought of enlightenment
the tribulations born of profound ignorance
Turning around, forgetting awareness and awakening
Worldly thoughts turning into
the yeomen in the mind of sentient beings
Everywhere urgently seeking
Now dejected, now delighted
Accumulating binding karma
Now tearfully distressed, now bright and cheerful
Primordially reclining stone carved by
The drill of the sun
The chisel of the moon
Moment to moment arising and ceasing
continuously……
There was a bat who crashed into an old wall
Due to the ringing in its ears caused by the six types of earthquakes
The boundless firmament is the film studio of the sun
A sentient being’s single thought embraces the trichiliocosm encompasses
every thought about a certain person
Great ocean, boundless and vast; is the mobile balcony of the meteors beyond the sky
at the place in the trichiliocosm where thought makes a U-turn, someone remains
this is where sentient beings will stay tonight
Waiting for a future birth.

Clear waves on the world sea, wonderful happy rhythm
Place of tranquility vanguard of the rain
skims over the wings of the mountain
Appropriated store of self-attachment early each morning takes a tranquilizer
A body, the uncommon within the uncommon
an e-mail by coincidence, seals off
the joyous fairies of the common within the common
In the south, there blooms a red royal poinciana
A midsummer heat wave dashes towards the starry night sky
The mightily bright moonlight quietly
locks up the Milky Way’s romantic scene
On the margins of non-existence, there appears
a pair of dark-green snow-white
conch-clouds;
Like the revolving mist settling on a peak
In the eye of a typhoon.
Profoundly subtle one impartial Dharma realm
Appears as 0, with a floor area ratio of zero
accommodating the world-sea of the ten directions
Eight brothers occupied a 0
—spatial figure of a circle
You me him fond of talking about a love triangle
An owl patrols six doors and windows
to prevent
the treasures in the palace of the ancient kings from being pilfered
Under the moonlight, a thousand shadows
moving on countless treetops
The ugly Kid fond of telling the story of a beautiful princess
Numinous response, focused pious mind seated in the heart
Whoever can break thru the empty mark of dark nothingness, is able to witness
a truly existing wonderful phenomenon
It’s said that a mote of dust contains
a scripture of the trichiliocosm
It’s also said that a tiny mustard seed
can accommodate a majestic Mount Meru
On the first day of Birth of Summer five condors on a white cloud
Calling out and circling; in the center of a field
where a mysterious windmill perpetually turns
producing the purl of a water zither
Old locomotive from a hundred years ago
Steam whistle sounds once more
Toot—toot——toot
There is a white elephant with six tusks, seizing the opportunity in the middle of the night
to flee into a huge snowdrift.
May 29, 2003 the 50th anniversary
of the first ascent of Mount Everest
Still the most sacred of peaks
to the celebrated Sherpas
From the Vernal Equinox up to Qingming, we have prayed:
“May all weapons of war be put to eternal rest may every armored horse be put out to pasture
May all those who die in battle also be reborn in the pure land.”
From Grain Rain up to Birth of Summer, we have prayed:
“May the boundless world endure
May generosity far and near bring happiness and longevity”
Today we’ve already entered Lesser Full Grain, Grain in Ear
World gradually becomes tranquil
A friend from afar has sent a powder-puff tree
Hoping to shore up my fading memory
On the margins of the Milky Way, on a bamboo raft on a starlit journey
an old fisherman uses a bamboo pole to catch drops
seeping out of the silvery cracks in the Milky Way…
Yet it’s said that one who stands at the North Pole
from then on can only go south
The Child says: “Space has a limit, but I would like to have infinity."
In the eyes of the Little Girl
Mara’s body is only three inches high
But the tip of one’s own finger is able to
cover mountains cover the sea, cover the sun and moon.
Life after life, eternally worldlings spew out
one after another, a snow lotus like the easterly wind
brushing past the ear then disappearing
without a trace
Never changing, never altering the short nose of the benevolent one
daily venting indignation with the same nostrils as the masses
Extensively benefitting others a warm southerly breeze of fragrant summer
Like an endless scroll wafting over the great earth
An inconceivable jeweled vase
emits a double-helix nebula
red and blue intersecting, just like
An immense pair of celestial eyes viewing the heavens
Rare and excellent light wind
tightly nestling up to the wings of a pigeon … twittering
Who is it who implanted those memory chips in the worldling’s sea of dreams
Those who have the luck run around all day, all because
They can’t bear to part with the feeling of being the bosom friend of the whole world
As indestructible as a diamond who is it who can
assemble that innate
element, restoring
sensory experience to its original condition
How can birth
growth
response
Subtle transformation
All dwell in the position of the Dharma
The Wanderer far from home shows the southerly wind how to blow the bow flute
thinking of loved ones, can’t stop tears from dropping on his lapel…
Speed ​​and harmony yellow water lily
blooming in a pond at the height of summer
Red dragonfly, lightly depositing, skims over
Green frog pulls down a curtain of moonlight and sings on high
Big white ox lying on a broad meadow fast asleep
Pinnacle of perception, wondrously touching space
Outsider, transformation body beyond the body
turns into a great master
Always able to perceive the heart of sentient beings
According with the mind of sentient beings
moment
to moment … changing the plot
Protecting the light of the mind • axis of the desire realm
in the heart there is an uncountable ardor index, it was three thousand years ago
that someone placed that fragrant yellow flower on a cremation stupa
allowing that tender green bamboo to manipulate a shadow puppet
everywhere running riot……
Upright mind, transference of merit following the way of the ancient beekeepers
Chasing flowers, drifting a thousand li
A well thirsty three thousand years, praying
for a kind wind to send a timely rain……
Old farmer in an ancient village using traditional farming techniques
Driving his old buffalo thru the field, one step, one hoof print
Hoping to remove yet more subtle confusion.
Next to the Wind Pavilion, an old father moves over two broken clay urns
fills them with soil, and plants watermelon seeds
By Lesser Full Grain they grow into two big fruits
Incomparably sweet to the taste
There is a type of mood that the childlike mind can’t contain
Bright and clear vajra-flames turning into
wavering happy potherb mustard
In the mysterious universe there is a kind of quiescent factor
capable of mobilizing
all the innate potentials
of you, me, and him
See that five-colored cloud rubbing against
a wish-fulfilling tree in the sky
moonlight drawing a circular entrance in the center of the fog
containing a golden ax, inside and outside
breathing in and out
In the sky the resonant call of that five-clawed golden eagle
mighty as
A sentient being of primordial depth
Playing the polyphonic whistle of love □□□□□□□

June 14, 2003
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Book 90 White Rhapsody
—Forgetting that oneself is a sentient being

Who is it who fails to live up to the Spirit Mountain of old
A single meeting, a single encounter
Who is it who has totally forgotten the flavor of last year’s Zhaozhou tea
presently turning stronger still
Early summer ancient firs hung with seven-gem gold banners
Beside the Wind Pavilion
ballnut tree laden with new fruit
Indian almond tree draped in a fresh green garb
Old coconut trees bursting with new flowers, sprinkling down
a sheet of ultrafine pollen, infinitesimal
blown by the wind, transmitting the primeval hidden intention of the universe
Southerly wind quietly tiptoes, bringing in
A seamless, formless, celestial suit
watching over the Traveler giving full expression to the childlike mind
on a midsummer night.
Legend has it that the origin of a dream
is located
at the point prior to the arising of thought
River at dusk, lingering
golden sunset perched on the horizon, getting ready for bed
Passing away instant extinction without a trace
Virtue the deep-seated intention to never abandon suffering humanity
Sentient beings using supreme tenacity
to treat their fragile minds
Hearing the Dharma leaf-attire of a lotus flower
There is a subatomic material infinitesimal in size
able to triumphantly rise out of the mud
The Maiden is unwilling to return to a past disappointment
Teardrops leaving a new scar on the earth……
Mouth of a valley shrouded in misty clouds
A flaming arrow
shot into a dark paradise
East coast Pacific Ocean waves piled high
washing over the brilliant red rays of the rising sun
There was a flamingo who ate some tulip seeds
destroying a small universe
Boundless memory impressions
recombining in the Wanderer’s sea of dreams
Delusion distinctive colors
permeating the aggregate of form, rearranging
successfully creating a large universe
Moonlight fiber tenderly
proceeding towards the golden sands of a broad river
Field of blue billygoat weed, riding a moonlight raft
flying all over……
Grain in Ear a passionate sky
Rains down a shower of light
Garden full of glittering dewdrops more numerous than the sands of the Ganges
Each drop resting
in the palm of a leaf, contemplating the world of sentient beings
Worldlings using a fiery expression—
to fill the sky with flames incinerating
the sense faculties, sense objects, and consciousness of the entire universe
leaving behind a mass of dust and smoke … blocking
the river of the spirit’s passage to the world-sea
The Youth’s eyes holding the bright arrow of infatuation
piercing deep into the heart of his eternal lover
Without a certain amount of turbidity
how could someone come to the Saha world
The lighter life force floats up to the heavens
That pure and original self
Since time immemorial, has forgotten
his first love back in the native place
ultimate weal.
3.5 billion years ago—
The Master Craftsman of Uncanny Ability built the ten mysterious gates
Consigned to send out six marks, profound, subtle, and harmonious
appearing everywhere, warmly receiving
the long-lost Loafer back home
The Public Art Boy, carves a huge sculpture
of the mysterious seeds of karma
using the tiny molecules of trace elements
to balance
the increasingly disordered heaven and earth
The ancients strove to amass the sunlight to make fire
The Treasure Seeker in search of a treasure chest, primordial and timeless
Spirit Mountain a mythical bird rides the swirling wind currents
the eyes of a flaming phoenix survey the firmament
Clouds rolling a five-clawed golden eagle spreads its white wings
in the setting sun, a red-crested crane spits out a pill of immortality
Among the flowers butterflies fluttering
a dragonfly fond of pretending to be a crambid so as to contend with a rooster
Copse Muller’s barbet tapping on the wooden fish
black bulbul fond of singing love songs to attract a mate
Old bodhi tree with huge leaves
Aged camphor with bright green stamens
Wood sorrel shrubs laden with pink bell-shaped flowers
Arranged on both sides of the moonlit stone bridge next to the Wind Pavilion
Baihua Stream old banyan tree, twisted branches serving as a hand railing
Red hibiscus blooming more brilliant than the setting sun
A seed of ignorance drops
Accompanying the dull rocks in the stream in greeting the water and singing a harmonious song……
Tree spirit up above
performing an open-air drama, never ending
Green grasshopper adores the green summer
The lively Little Girl fond of leaning against a fence
following the long shadows in composing a soft and supple dream
Big white ox beside the flowering wisteria, fond of listening to the Shepherd Boy tell stories
Whales in the eastern sea fond of spewing water in the fashion of nine dragons
bathing the golden body of a newborn baby
Maples clinging to a crag push forth new shoots, growing an inch every night
On the slope out in the open, the golden trunks of spotted bamboo
grow wisdom teeth
See that five-needle pine, needles densely clustered
the setting orb of the sun still embroidering the fine seam of the horizon
Buzzing of cicadas linking the ten directions into a continuous song of praise
Dancing shadows of swallows in flight extend the daylight
A pair of exceedingly beautiful cloud-plumes appears in the sky, just like
the white eyebrows of the Old Woodcutter cum Pine Tree Planter
Grove of lush green mangosteens draped in a fresh layer of light
Stand of junipers in the Land of Felicity, laden with
seeds, light purple tending to blue
In the Hejing Pavilion, an old monk
uses a wizardly expression
dividing space, shifting
to tell a story about the palace of the former kings
The Youth passes thru a refracted miraculous light
Uses a curving superfast formula
To instantly display in the dust on a mirror
three ones nine zeros.
Deep and serene deep tranquility
True condition of the native place, in a clear blue stream
that primordial reclining boulder
already covered with dark green moss and lichen
moist and slippery, the preserve of all creatures.
Non-doing wondrous power
thought after thought … appearing disappearing
together with a dream seeping into the aggregate of consciousness
stirring the chaotic ocean of milk on the palace of the moon
In broad daylight or under the dome lamp of night
In the eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind
Or a form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or idea
no “someone” is found;
In the paramount quiescence of samadhi
there is no illumination of the great sun
there is no silver candle of the fifth watch
no form, sound, smell, taste, touch, or idea
no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, or mind
yet “someone” is discovered therein—
Suffering. Origination. Cessation. Path.
Vast desert of chaos
In a long crack in the wall of the palace of beeswax
There is a transparent amber containing
the totem of the original form of the palace of the ancient kings
A celestial wind and a pool, empty, yet full of life
together compose a subtle sound
The stringless qin of the mind of sentient beings
causes and conditions in mutual strife, who will come to listen
The Scion Drifter, asks his cherished innate ability
to take good care of the fertile soil of the mind
So as to cultivate the adamantine power of wisdom
Planting mulberries raising silkworms
Weaving cloth dying fabric
Form appears in a mirror
Each form new
Lemongrass house beneath the eaves night rain forms into a string
drop by drop seeping into the Wanderer’s homesickness
Resonance old story
repeatedly rearranged
people repeatedly responding……
Tree shadows in the water wavering in the glistening light of the waves
On the two sides of a scale, placing
repentance of the past
a vow of the future
How is it that there is still confusion and disorder?
Birth of Summer island in May
a type of white rhapsody
Silence … who is it who sealed the mouth and nose
Vow of silence. Lonely people isolate themselves
Not an incorrigible hedonist
the five desires and six senses gradually dissolved
Unable to bear the excessive anxiety of the masses
Angel in white, twisted body, swallowing tears
Heart bound up in gloom, like a lingering atmospheric depression
Helpless and fearful, everyone seeking peace of mind
who to pity……
It’s said that the demonic insects running wild have again mutated
Into evil flowers, invisible colorless
silent … lurking
When people meet with calamity
How can heaven bear to witness such suffering
When even a celestial garb is powerless
like a frozen engine
Presently when all that remains is a broken net, how to catch the wind
How can a mirror shattered to smithereens capture an image?
Deep confusion, forgetting that oneself is a sentient being
Mistakenly perceiving an individual self then
constantly entangled in tribulation
Rainy day, each bubble swaggers and disappears
Overcast sky, network full of life, yet empty
perceiving the pulse of a mysterious cosmic light
producing a subtle transformation…
Polluted sand of ignorance, in
the jungle cave of the defilements
non-quadrant reproduced gloom
invading the numinous space of the heart
The flesh-eye of the worldling sees not
the world beyond the lapis lazuli bamboo hedge
The flesh-ear of the worldling can’t hear beyond
that wall of silence
keeping out that primordial innate quiescence……

The Wanderer fond of play, by chance
catches a glimpse
In the ancient bronze mirror carried by the Traveler
of his own desires wandering
in a vast realm of dust □□□□□□□

June 15, 2003
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