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: August 30 ,2004

─ Three days before Birth of Summer, 2004
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(Valley, a dream lost in the Milky Way at night)
Book 61 Southwest Scene, Originating in Birth of Autumn, 2001
─ Spring Equinox positioned in Aries at a celestial longitude of 15°

Dragon soars above
Churning clouds pouring rain, surging waters rush down into a great river
Pulse of the mountain flying dance of vigor mysteriously impelled
Spring Equinox positioned in Aries at a celestial longitude of 15°
Old friend opens a pair of long-slept hazy eyes
only seeing patchy clouds dotting the clear sky
Ravine purling creek
Mountain fog pervasive mist
Old trees piercing the peaks, propping up the sky
Wisteria climbing the summit
Boating to the headwaters in search of a secluded place of natural beauty
Towering waterfalls stream from the sky
I sit at the mountain’s navel
Touch the green hills
Listen to the mountain breathing
moment of surprise
It turns out that I myself am a part of that mountain.
The surfing Youth regards not the clouds galloping above
The truth always hidden at the back of chaos
Ignorant frame of mind fond of stepping forward and rushing ahead
Rosy clouds roaming in dependence on the twilight
Youthful love stacked into pining affection
Thousand autumns dropping like meteors into swirling fingerprints
epiphany ─
all illusion disappears in an instant
Multiple perceptions accompany latent memories
Frog crouched on a stone watching a sauntering fish
Someone standing next to an old tree vine admiring a waterfall
It’s real! Sometimes human sentiment is warmer than the sun
Virtual, occasionally permeated by the notes of the forest symphony
still turbidly self-forgetting …
Impression rain streams down from countless treetops
like Indra's beaded curtain
Dreaming the Scion Drifter hides the light of his soul
in a remote grotto
Illusion leaves falling in a stream
Early autumn comes in on the westerly wind
Ideas pouring out of the mind-sea, churning on the sea of consciousness
Indicator birds come to nest under the eaves
the joyous numinous spirit of a child …
Seeking the sound on Birth of Spring searching for an ox, whipping the spring
Bright and clear rains coming out in droves for a spring outing
Old friend listening to an echo, fixing tranquility
in the swaying numinous mind
False appearances no longer appear on the screen of vision
Ever-changing sea of consciousness recording
the mysterious causes of one hundred billion subtle memories
The Little Girl on a study tour
Sends a picture of an old New York street scene
Childhood canary lost in a dream
Mounting a peak
without seeing the sunset and rosy clouds …
Three thousand thoughts surface on the sea of intention
Each one rushing towards the palace of delusion
Craving, creating a look of intention
Desire, creating a frenzy of activity
Fresh green sailboat sailing past fresh green
Perfuming cross-country vehicle filled with the scent of lavender
Jade dew solidifying into the ears of rice in the paddy fields
White snow naked winter moon on a withered branch urging the white snow
The Visitor in tonight’s dream
there is a visitor with no home to return to
Ah! The Traveler’s defiled body, speech, and mind
accidentally touching off karmic elements
Contingent wave arises on the sea of consciousness ─
Power of mindfulness pierces thru the fire net of multiple blazing figments out of control.
Light of wisdom trapped in a dark valley by the spread wings of a black hawk
Pearl of concentration lost in the river of the five turbidities
wrapped up by the spirit of affection, discarded in a dream
Wind and clouds suddenly perturbed
Ship of attachment heading into the vast sea of tribulation
Dream not so pretty anymore
Every objective of the native place drifts about, nothing to rely on
Love and lust draw in
the eighty-four thousand entangling troubles; how to undo them?
The troubled Wanderer’s sleep disturbed by a distorted dream
melancholy, fitful sleep all due to thinking and worry
crossing over the fire line of the sense faculties ─
The uninvolved Painter of the southern direction how is it
that he gets entangled in others’ dreams
Dust in the eyes of the Traveler, contacting the defiled realm of form
Setting off a fire filling the sky
the secret cause for the burning off of boundless karma.
Somebody on a sleepless night
in a dream, attachment, doubt, anxiety
Without apparent reason, going all over to supplicate
A duck flies past the mountain gate, leaving nary a trace
Does he still remember that childhood appointment to go star gazing
Boy happily tiptoeing, making small leaps
excited mood igniting three evening torches
Night nightingale flies over a moonlight scroll
Throughout the sky, stars embedded in the Indra’s net of the Milky Way
Waiting for the convergence of drifting factors as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
The window of night can’t plumb the depths of the mystery
Entering ─
Witnessing the daughter of the dragon king bestowing a pearl
Road of days past, horse carts speeding by
Avenue of today, MRT zipping past
Sun sets on the side of the mountain, as before
Moonlight still falls over there on the sea
Memoirs of heaven and earth
from ancient times progressing into the present.
Sunrise rainbow appears on the lake
The Little Girl’s childish face also shimmers in the water
A white crane disguised as a goddess
drops down from the clouds and into the lake-world
By day the Yogi carries a lantern into the woods
Where the owl dares not watch
Record of the Wanderer’s troubles enters into the sea of consciousness and lingers
Fond of searching out those lovely thoughts of youth, so indistinct and eccentric
Thereupon, a kind of psychic force permeates the empirical consciousness and navigates underwater
Land of dreams so sweet.
Upper firmament sketches an image of shade and light
Forest at night is nature’s musical kitchen
Pathway of emotion, tonight slick with rain
Sure to distract all who pass!
Clear autumn sky, cold river
Two ducks on the bank foraging for fruit in a pile of fallen leaves
Windless silence, how can the falling leaves float in space?
A lotus boat repeatedly floats past Spirit Mountain
Yet under an old bodhi tree,
repeatedly meeting
That rhapsody of the Youth missing for thirty years
The realistic Traveler penetrates a virtual illusion
come into the world of reality, accidentally
revealing sacred traces …
Sun at night fond of sleep talking
in a dream, stealing a peek at
the bright orb of the moon coursing thru the treetops
See that resplendent Milky Way turning into a starry dragon walking on the snowy ground.
Sea of consciousness dancing in the wind
Rain-born waves on the lake of intention
Boundless power of the mind, like a waterfall
pouring into the phantom city and washing clean the domain of delusion
A westerly wind conveying a mother’s solicitous thoughts
in the heart cold desolate foreign lands come to the fore
The Wanderer’s melancholy hiding in the corner of sadness
Childhood joy hidden in the dream space
The Little Girl's tears, readily flowing down
at the slightest of issues
Water on the eaves … dripping into the pond
Inspiring the frogs to take a dip
On the other side
A pair of glimmering black crystal pearls
Like the eyes of a dragonfly.
Childhood dreams often contain traces of the canary
One time using a dry branch to draw a circle on the tidal flats
yet the expected canary has never returned
Dreamed of butterfly wings soaring in the night sky, encountering a thunderstorm
Sunrise, white clouds again displaying a seven-colored rainbow.
That side of time
The train of self-portrayal
shuttling in the corridors of time
Interdependent love songs composed
on the margins of a scripture in the sea of consciousness ─
That day, a mysterious stranger
Brought a jar of Ganges water
To purify the vast fog in the south
Prophecy from thousands of years ago
can’t prevent …
… a pair of eyes from observing those thousand lovely sights instantaneously changing
Ancient myths repeating
can’t be cut off …
… a pair of ears attentively listening to
ten billion notes strung together into an opus
Tonight the moon and stars have no light, because
the bow and arrow of ignorance has shot them out of the sky
The next day the sun on that side of the sea
Followed a thirteen-story pagoda rising over a wonderful peak
Early autumn, the Traveler’s plentiful harvest
everywhere tasting the wild fruits
Yet the Vagrant’s thoughts of longing eyes beaming with affection
counting the fallen leaves being swept away in the stream
Today the Wander is ready to return home but
he can’t find the way back
The evening sky suddenly launches bursts of northwest wind
Drifting waves on the surface of the water a shattered moon
causing several duckweeds to flow upstream …

Stream in the valley of two hills
Valley, the lost dream of the galaxy at night
When Pan Gu first opened the sky
Millions of aeons ago
A secret factor was ensconced in the eighth space of chaos
Many aeons prior to its development
All because of a single erroneous notion
It descended into the soul of ordinary mortals
neither virtuous nor evil, but given to passion …
Original dream
Green praying mantis extends its green legs
Kicking a long stretch of time into the past
A new variety of frog-croak emerges from the virgin forest
Flower pistils touching a future space-time
moving forward
Modern cities have lost the scent of fennel
Whiteness of a frosty night losing color
Old shop at dusk, bench watching people passing by
Display windows still containing
that purple-gold robe of childhood
Mind of a guest storing away a lover’s every memory
Dissipated body of the great sea trundling on golden beaches
Blue pool below verdant hills locking up the moonlight until the Mid-autumn Festival
Long river passing a thousand mountains before pouring into the middle of the sea
Self opening this year's calendar
only to discover memories of last year.
Outside the Wanhong Pavilion
the Little Girl is teaching a small puppet how to dance
Sunset, the Little Girl wants someone to go to sleep early
So that illusions won’t appear and swagger in the night
Towering waterfalls pouring from the clouds
Blade of the moonlight’s tears floating over the earth
Use the password that liberates the ego-consciousness
Expunge the cachet of appropriation
Then it’s possible to clearly hear the beating of the drum on the Autumnal Equinox
no longer missing.
Winter snow of a glacier
Ancient silver room burning red coals
Under the setting sun of White Dew
a golden farming village
bundles of yellow rice stalks emitting a light vapor
Manifest images throwing into disorder the perceptions of the old cow next to a tree
Formerly rippling waters of the Milky Way on the seventh day of the seventh month
That virtual fantasy city-state of the past, now become
a contemporary maze of rebirth …
The Shepherd Boy takes the buzz of a cicada into his dream
Dreaming of a light rain slender and fine.
Arising and ceasing old tree roots intertwined
Ancient city wall putting on an endearing open-air performance
Dark whirlwind in a dim valley
elusive … not to be stopped by the power of the mind
The Little Girl lost in a vast expanse of prairie
Looking for someone’s father
Actual sight and sound mixing in consciousness
wondering when they will cease
Mother of anxiety lights that
primordial candle storing the remote past
giving off an immeasurable subtle aroma □□□□□□□
The Wanderer hears that tomorrow his lover is leaving by boat
leaving behind a room full
Of silence, seeing someone off □□□□□□□

Qingming, 2003
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(Fifty-one little angels in the ancient scripture of the sea of consciousness)
Book 62 Southwest Wisdom, Originating in End of Heat, 2001
─ Grain Rain positioned in Taurus at a celestial longitude of 45°

Novel graceful meandering
Circuitous path of the numinous spirit
The miraculous medicinal tree stands tall in the night sky
watched over by a coiled naga
Grain Rain positioned in Taurus at a celestial longitude of 45°
Last night, as I dreamed of an atlas of the galaxy
Several meteors finagled their way into Indra’s net
The Southern Painter paints on the empty sky using a hair brush dipped in a white cloud
Then uses the sunlight to bake a seven-colored rainbow into cakes
coaxing a year-old child to eat them
Amongst countless treetops a hibiscus blooms in the world of clouds
The lonely sea looks for fish to play with
Vacant heaven and earth seeks someone to play with
Bored people look for defilements to play with
Empty defilements fond of playing with fire, fire burning heaven and earth
World instantly turns the great sea into a glacier
Never regretting ─

Tree picks up from the ground a feather of sunlight
Flowers imbibing the waters of the Milky Way
Grass covering the hill diffuses drops of dew
Day and night a white cloud searches about for those
three rings of the chime rung in the mountain monastery
A rosy cloud on morning patrol of both coasts, east and west
Eagle extending its wings, silently elongating heaven and earth
A lovely monarch butterfly flying into the misty sea of flowers
bewildering the eagle’s keen eyes
arresting the eagle’s sharp talons … slowing dropping
Moon gently leads the tide
Stars quietly cluster around ten thousand mountains
Suddenly, a black wind sweeps away
all the stars
Coastline tide fond of singing
Instantly transforming into a white fire-breathing dragon.
Typhoon howls ─
Waving leaves sweep away
The eighty-four thousand blatant lies of men
The Visitor dashes out, umbrella in hand
Total rainfall has already exceeded three hundred millimeters
How is it that the flames of the defilements are still scorching the horizon
The artillery of heaven flashes throughout the darkened natural world
Dreams blown away by the inverted winds of the sense objects
Floodwaters of desire still seething in the ten directions
The Master Craftsman uses his golden ax to open a pathway of celestial light
Lighting a primordial candle burning unto eternity
in the abstruse hearts of sentient beings …
The Child paints on a canvas memories of the past
The Wanderer posts one page of a dream on the internet
forming an innovative unknown number
The Maiden fond of using her eyes to obtain the true state of affairs
storing up lovely illusions woven deep in the mind
One who has come to grief, at night finds his true self
One who takes advantage of others will never see the actual condition of the mind of delusion
A sail on a river running past mountains
A cloud on the treetops floats towards the further shore
Passers-by running scenes in transition
Wondering ─ where they will put up for the night.
Old station, passengers going to and fro
A dilapidated old oil lamp
With genuine affection attracting all sentient beings
sunrise
clouds float over and encamp on the summit
flowing out of the mouth of the valley, fog envelops the forest
night
headlights scurry in all directions
the earliest to arrive is the latest to return
Red blossoms of a royal poinciana tree cover the ground
An off-course butterfly can’t fly out of the red rain filling the sky
Fragrant blades of green grass vow to meet again
Dragonflies with pairs of gem-like sparkling eyes
randomly passing in and out on the east wind
Anthropomorphic hill
Upraised nostrils forming two ponds
A frog jumps to and fro
A toad climbs up and down
Occasionally waving goodbye to each other
occasionally arranging to meet again on the morrow
Autumn evening, withered leaves strewn about
Gradually entering into a desolate scene
Wind rises ─
The great sun takes shelter in the clouds
waving swinging
Late at night, I know not who came over the suspension bridge
Fragrant yellow flower apparently without intelligence, actually not completely ignorant
Sentient beings apparently intelligent, actually knowing very little
Moon riding the cradle of the wind floats on the surface of the water
Stars launched by the celestial bow of the Milky Way, inlaid in the blue vault of the sky
Chief deity of the night opens the door of arising and ceasing in the heart of mankind
Fifty-one little angels vying to run out of the ancient scripture of the sea of consciousness
Golden chicken of the morning looks at the moon fading in the sky and says to a rabbit:
"That is your home ..."
Jade rabbit points toward the rising sun and says to the golden-combed chicken:
"That's your native land!"
Door says to the window: "Every night the stars hide far off and steal a peek at you!"
Window says to the door: "Every day lovely children pray in your eaves."
Old clock tower, hour hands pointing to exactly six in the evening
sun slowly descends into the sea …
Fingertips turning until quarter past eight
… bright moon tells the deep blue tide to surge ashore
Gazing upon that corner of the sea, it seems as if I have been there in a dream
Reviewing that mountain valley, where I walked this summer
Old house
Fifty-three old steps
Old lamp and candle
A new him a new me a new idea
treading on the eighty-four thousand defilements tread on by our predecessors
A pair of bright blue eyes
Can’t evade the endless entreaties of suffering humanity
Space-time originally vacuous
A dewdrop timidly says:
"I would like to become a floating banner, floating outside the universe ......"
An idea, including a threefold power of ten
Not knowing when the ninth dimension was left behind
123‧321 …… a numbers game of 1,000,000,000,000,000
bewildering the empirical consciousness
Butterfly asks dragonfly: "If the myriad things return to one, where does one return to?"
My guess is that its swallowed up by
the silent and solitary dark matter of ignorance!
Cicadas buzzing, simulating the mind of Chan
Summer fireflies fond of pretending to be bright lamps up on the hill
Who’s feet now move
Who’s bluestone now enters into samadhi
light or shadow? ─
Bunker of sand city wall of mud bricks
garret of interwoven bamboo
Where will the drifter go from here
traveling afar or returning to the native place?
the ancient god of war waits over there with bated breath …
Sentient beings harboring but one notion in the heart of purity
love unto eternity
Sense organs erect a bridge of interlocking sound
Vain imaginings drop into the river of quiescence and make waves
Intelligence and wisdom joined in an optical network
The mind of compassion on patrol in the sea of consciousness
Pure-color subjective part can’t prevail upon the clambering objective part.
The Little Girl finds a pair of wings in a dream
Suddenly the winds open and soar up to the edge of the galaxy
A chance encounter with ─
The Public Art Boy holding a golden hatchet
Shoveling snow in the pure and noble winter,
The sailing Youth
Wondering why he walks on a reflector,
Under the azure sea of star-studded moonlight, chilly singular blue
The Little Girl with a tacit understanding
Strings together a string of stainless rings of thusness
gently touching the mountains and rivers of the universe,
Childlike mind undisguised
Dreams still flying in the void
Aspiration throws itself into that epiphany over there
Forest trees breathing audibly
For those with ears to hear
Stamens of a thousand mountains, each one vivid, for those with eyes to see
Suddenly seeing the flower-planting Youth picking up an old robe
Putting it on, masquerading as the Visitor
roaming about on a virtual stage
Instantly the weather in a dream transforms
Rosy clouds changing into streaming silver torrents of lapis lazuli
Awakened!
rain outside the window dripping from the eaves
rinsing the sweat off the fingertips
tears dripping from the eyes.
The Little Girl finds a pair of wings in a dream
Suddenly the winds open and soar up to the edge of the galaxy
A chance encounter with ─
The Public Art Boy holding a golden hatchet
Shoveling snow in the pure and noble winter,
The sailing Youth
Wondering why he walks on a reflector,
Under the azure sea of star-studded moonlight, chilly singular blue
The Little Girl with a tacit understanding
Strings together a string of stainless rings of thusness
gently touching the mountains and rivers of the universe,
Childlike mind undisguised
Dreams still flying in the void
Aspiration throws itself into that epiphany over there
Forest trees breathing audibly
For those with ears to hear
Stamens of a thousand mountains, each one vivid, for those with eyes to see
Suddenly seeing the flower-planting Youth picking up an old robe
Putting it on, masquerading as the Visitor
roaming about on a virtual stage
Instantly the weather in a dream transforms
Rosy clouds changing into streaming silver torrents of lapis lazuli
Awakened!
rain outside the window dripping from the eaves
rinsing the sweat off the fingertips
tears dripping from the eyes.
Childlike mind like Mother Earth
No discrimination held in store, therefore no dejection
As long as you don’t lose that eternal purple-gold robe
No more will there be entanglement in the sense objects
First rays of the morning sun, eagle soars up and circles
Bats tucked away in their lairs, not daring to venture out
Dragonflies grazing the water with their tails
Old lady in the countryside murmurs:
"Today's weather will be partly cloudy with occasional showers!"
Declining sun of dusk, elongating someone’s shadow
A jar of fruit jam passed on for generations
Flowers fallen in a brook, ferrying the stars to the other side
Thicket of green bamboo outside the window summoning the light breeze and cool moon
Autumn with a bumper harvest of millet, turns into a grain
ground into a powder to become the staple of winter.
Late in the evening‧distant thunder echoes
Deep in the earth‧a mysterious object makes its presence felt
Just so, in the theater of heaven and earth, who directs, who acts
Doors of the galaxy nightly unclosed, dense above
Stars sparkle, windows unclosed, peering below
Turns out to be the producer of dreams
fond of teaching a dreamer how to act
Sunrise and sunset, from ancient times to date
an invisible screen cleverly rises and falls
Scene changes from the prehistoric to the present world
Sentient and insentient beings together turning out a plot
This subtle scripture-scroll fully unfurled day and night
from beginningless time there has never been a prologue,
In vogue sticky and smooth, pressing close to modern folk
Old ways guided by an ancient compass
frequently staging a comeback …
Thousand feet waves on a vast sea, stirred up by a single echoing thought
Just watching the dawn’s favorite collection
the diary of yesterday’s stars on an outing from the Milky Way.
Early autumn, the ancient sky blooming a mysterious hue
Yet the Traveler in last night’s dream sealed a blank space
Someone pacing alone
tears moistening the seashell sand along the coastline
Today the cloud system shifts northwards
Heavy showers in the north
Mass of fog turns south
fresh gales in the south
Millions of dewdrops condensing on the foliage of an old sacred tree
Converging moisture painting a misty picture
No ripples arising on the waters of the celestial bathhouse of the ocean-seal of all things
Beautiful flowers pretentiously say to the Wanderer crossing the road:
"Come and have a look at me …"
a subtle sound profoundly moving all who hear it
That peak over there verdant azure
golden encircled by thickets
The Wanderer places palms together and makes a benediction ─
Praying that this world will become peaceful‧beautiful‧full of affection
At this time, quietly slowly
a white feather
drops
Into the piles of red leaves brought down by last night’s autumn rain □□□□□□□

April 6–7, 2003
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(Entrance of summer)
Book 63 Southwest Journey, Originating in End of Heat, 2001
─ Lesser Full Grain positioned in Gemini at a celestial longitude of 75°

Tame Ferghana horses, traveling a thousand li in a single day
Ancient plank road someone playing “whip the horse to enter the forest”
Lesser Full Grain positioned in Gemini at a celestial longitude of 75°
Looking back at time
A negative zero has never been seen
A vestige in a tear reverses heaven and earth
Three withered lotuses urge on the setting sun
The Dreamer of a peaceful and orderly world trying to catch space and seize shadows
Amongst sentient and insentient beings, the ten directions and three times
Who is it who opens the gate of the six senses: eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind
Night after night, a dream within a dream, all because
Ignorant worldlings are so fond of dreaming
See those winds, clouds, and thunderstorms hiding in the dark forest, discussing
A torch of wisdom, sharp indeed, flashing a numinous flame
Cutting edge of sound, loud and clear ─
Tiny insects of defilement, wondering how many have fallen into the ravine
Vast waves endlessly long, sounding like the ocean tide
Messy, lots of kudzu vines
Clear-cut, more than kudzu
With respect to the mind of quiescence, sentient beings misconstrue the actual state of affairs
Henceforth illusory sounds continually approach.
Ancient lotus seed grows into a new lotus
Color and fragrance still fresh
Old keys, pressed by a finger
Producing fresh notes touching the heart
Tall mountain full of summer heat
Clustering green, ancient creation of nature
Old tree roots empowering new fruits into circulation
Creatures of the boundless world-sea, fish and all, fond of eating duckweed
Great river of life
Distant banks, where to search
Chance meeting with winter, sea of consciousness sealed in ice
Running into a phantom city in a summer dream
covered with spider webs
Ignorance and confusion lay out the traps of passion
Devouring the keen hidden basis of sentient beings
Low pressure system forms into an encircling storm sweeping over heaven and earth
Thought waves rolling on … adverse currents pummeling the dust zone
Thousand autumns one dream going on for months, years, centuries
A single star in the Milky Way can give off infinite light
When the mind is pure and bright
Then the spring of wisdom flows forth from signlessness
Land of ashen gray wind sweeps across numinous space
Body-mind of marvelous contact clouds fluttering in thick mist
Eyebrows raise, eyes wink, just so calmly
A single thought repeatedly falls into a flower petal
White butterfly alights on the white snow
Patches of clear blue sea
It’s the legend of the Southern Painter’s contemporary still life.
How can people walk barefoot over an ancient glacier?
What’s the message
Indra's net, light and shadow interweaving
A shadowless tree millions of people projecting their shadows therein
Instantly received and sent by the self
Initial resolution makes an easy gain
Visiting a hundred cities
finally drawn into a single moment!
The Old Woodcutter cum Pine Tree Planter inscribes “not possible”
On a piece of ripe fruit
Turns to the Youth, but upon hearing the sound of flowing water outside the door
washes his feet and devours it in one gulp
The Child knows not the whys and wherefores
Truth and illusion tied to the two spinning wheels of attachment and wisdom
Clear autumn, light maple leaves approaching red
The Visitor searches for a hidden path
Strides into a colorful landscape painting
Clear vast sky
Soughing of the westerly wind in the pines gradually thickens
Blue window, green fog overlapping
Autumn sound, concerns continuously turning
Amidst towering lush vegetation
The Yogi quietly ascends a peak to pick hibiscus
But accidentally bumps into that dormant celestial light beyond the awe-inspiring sound
henceforth sleeping for three thousand years ……
To get rid of the defilements you have to get rid of the self
How is it that visual perception is so fond of chasing after scenes and knocking about in foreign lands
Not-self, it’s not something unrelated to me
A type of eternal vague notion
Has been broadcast tens of thousands of times
─ but it’s still longed for.
Red leaf floats in from beyond the mountain appearing to the eye
Knowing ─ that that self is already near
Waves tumbling on the sea of consciousness
All because the sentient sky suddenly sprinkled down a red rain
This autumn’s first thunder
Flash falling into an ancient city sunk to the bottom of the sea three thousand years ago
Who is it who has forgotten the childlike mind, that original unadulterated taste of purity
Autumn cold congeals into frost, coolness
Permeating the Wanderer’s innermost being, concealed
On a tree two bluebirds have a discussion
Beneath a leaf several insects dare not move
Great sea like a mirror, each imprint turning mush
Primal bright essence of consciousness, each imprint an unwritten embarrassment
Eight characters separating a pair of hands, no palms together
It’s said that the defilements are none other than bodhi
The Master of the Baihua Pavilion says:
"That’s just a comma; a three-year-old child will often get the wrong idea!"
Fog and Flower
Dancing closely just before daybreak, departing after dawn.
Outside the window mountains endlessly extending
Wind blows, trees shift shadows,
Someone with eyelashes longer than long
Dependently arisen essential nature loses childlike innocence,
Trampling on the spring
Don’t earnestly rehearse only in front of the camera
Bright and dazzling golden autumn coast
Already a slight chill in the air
Why, then, is the Wanderer still wearing such light clothing?
Think of weeping and the tears just flow
The defilements have never been involved with bodhi.
A cloud passes thru your chignon ever so gently
The wind emerges from your sleeves ever so leisurely
The rain climbs up from below your feet
Trekking feet rising and falling …
The dew uses every trick in the book
To not let go of the Traveler’s coir cape and wide-brimmed bamboo hat.
The Visitor’s frame of mind writ large on the sun setting next to the lake
The Lover’s yearning hidden in each beautiful night
Phenomena appear on the sea of dreams dust covers the eyes
Big and small, square and round defiled and pure, real and unreal
Thus the hidden basis who knows, who intuits
Seeds fall
Squash is squash‧beans are beans
After a long time the local scenery is still faultless
At the end of the world the Loafer gazes on the stars with teary eyes
Not because of his loneliness
Pocket holding a scroll
bearing a picture of his childhood schoolhouse
Spirit of the nightingale spreads its wings in the night sky
Tears flow their course all because
elsewhere there is the mind of wisdom hard to interpret
In a starry sky there appears a celestial bow pointing at the moon
Capable of piercing a dream in deep sleep
It’s said that the black-crowned night heron has a pair of night vision eyes
Good for seeking food in the dark forest
The flower-planting Youth in the darkly turbid world
Searches far and wide for his father never slowing down.
Night‧thunderstorm puts on a grand banquet
Thunder claps, flash following on the heels of sound
On the mountain, an old library rich in the mystical ambience of the ancients
Taking inspiration from the lightning and rain
Causes and conditions extending a thousand li, who is it now sending an e-mail
By virtue of that modicum of tacit understanding connecting to
a transitional association □□□
Letter box carried up and down in the city
People, up and down, high and low
Flowing cage speeding about the countryside losing its bearings
Guest, interacting from one end to the other
Gauzy sleeves of green zigzagging in a window
Red-glowing banners of dusk over on the other side praising
the purity of the vault of heaven
There is a type of signless composite treasury
Arisen in the perfumed mutations of the waves
Dust-covered eyes incapable of seeing
Subtle factors of confusion unchanging
Early spring a flock of birds alights from the sky
Encamping on the ground of Waking of Insects
A single stream brings up an oasis
A single wind blows in a refreshing coolness
A single wisp of red sunrise first radiates, then a wisp of white
A single wisp of green midday turns the radiance, then a wisp of blue
A single wisp of yellow sunset reflects the radiance, then a wisp of black.
Inside a double door there is an ancient wall
Carved with ancient hieroglyphs
In Sanxing Township there is Jiuqiong Lake
Called “Balishanan” by the local aboriginals
butterfly shadows dancing in the rolling sunlight
The broad lawn fond of listening to the Visitor’s laughter
Desert wilderness fond of listening to the earth’s silent breathing
One kind of bewildering infatuation
The transformation body only involved in the world thru causes and conditions
Entanglements, appearance beyond appearance
Following conditions to feeling ─ Tathagata‧storehouse
Storehouse empty
Storehouse conventional
Storehouse middle
Unable to contain the thought of wandering out in a dream
Deviating from the great storehouse of light
Henceforth, a place of spiritual luminosity
Appearing in the chaotic growth rings of the five turbidities
Unreal applause mixed with countless overlapping boos
Virtual role on stage, can’t evade
the constrains of time
Inconceivable feeling
A string of sunlight paints a beautiful image of the eastern wind
This year the spring forgot to tie it’s shoelaces
Staggering along all the way to summer
On a midsummer night, dreaming of a love letter delivered by the sky beyond the sky
Inviting me to return home and search for my childhood companions
Walking thirty li in a day
A sliver of light coming thru the narrow seam between two black walls guides
A subtle sound in all directions
A pipa permeates the ears from all sides
Future space-time opens a window
A mystery waits for the sleeping fairies to set out …
Moonlight follows the fingers extending endlessly
Outstretched finger pointing to a second moon in the water
Moonlight subtly touches nose, thousands of colors contact the eyes, all real
Fingers touch the cold, day and night connecting the confused mind
Moonlight falls on a solitary raft in the sea
Someone on board praying
Wind of a vow never blowing backwards
Blowing the Loafer back home …
Next to the well there is a row of seven-jewel trees
Blocking the morning sun lighting up the forest,
With a golden meadow
Suitable for cultivating the seeds of sentient beings;
Seed consciousness following the fruit of karma
all hubbub falls away …
Wanton ambition tying the six senses into a fast knot
A pair of eyes and ears on the prowl for sights and sounds
Rock unwittingly watches the autumn sunlight pouring all over the ground
Thoughts already moved elsewhere, gone into hiding
The mountain wind has a mind to sweep away the red leaves and deposit them in some hidden valley
Mind of reminiscence floating in past thoughts
Traveling over mountains and valleys ─
Never going outside of that self-demarcated circle
Vague emotions fond of going backwards
Work hard all the way to the future
Only for using wisdom to draw him in.
Tonight who can don the stars and follow the wind to the coast
Strolling in the light of the crescent moon
See those glistening waves of light on the margins of the Milky Way
A wondrous peak with a nightingale hiding in the moonlight
Using its reflective eyes to peep at the people within each window
Corner of the room with an old red bed
The top drawer holding a childhood diary
More than 3,000 days of distorted dreams, woken up one night
Sitting upright facing southeast
In the middle of a big sun
Wonderful thought from afar, circles seven times and returns
True love fully enters into the sea of consciousness
using silvery ice skates to cut off the years of sentient beings
Leaving on the base layer of the heart an indelible
Trace □□□□□□□

April 8–9, 2003
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(Midnight snow, fishing in a cold river)
Book 64 Southwest Position, Originating in End of Heat, 2001
─ Summer Solstice positioned in Cancer at a celestial longitude of 105°

Goat lamp first suspended, greeting auspicious clouds
Horns twisting upwards like a whirlwind
Summer Solstice positioned in Cancer at a celestial longitude of 105°
Lips closed in a straight line silent
Eyes one third open quiescent
Following an ancient map, traveling for decades
Still not finding the old way
Plunging golden breaker, sea and sunlight together composing autumnal tints
Forest pond covered with duckweed
Tall mountain waving green banners and flags
eliciting a rallying cry from a celestial wind ─
Ancient withered tree with bashful new buds
Mountain covered with fallen leaves moon illuminating a branch haughtily tickling the clouds
The inner eye sees not the surface dust on objects of sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and mind
Thus have I heard going upstream
into the sensory ability of eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind.
Golden autumn is nature's elliptical proverb
All things are about to hide in a mystery
Westerly wind invites the rain to impel the waves washing clean the beach
Song of the tide accompanied by thunderbolts shakes off the stardust
The Wanderer traveling far
Hills gradually drift away
Sea-sky as boundless as always
Setting sail, already gone three thousand li
Moon still in tow …
Time piles up into a sea of aeons, vast and primordial
swallowing up all sentient beings
Space arrayed into a boundless realm
Delusional ideas as countless as the sands of the Ganges
sown in a sea of consciousness rich in mystery
Conch guides in the wind
Whirling in and whirling out, orderly
skilled at making subtle sounds with only one melody
Visual images changing with the state of mind
Pointed, square, long, or round
A supremely subatomic particle, containing an immeasurable store of information
Time is the framework of sentient beings
The heartless Guest fond of dancing with numbers and mental proliferations.
Vicissitudes yearning rising and falling on the sea of dreams
The ancient pathway long ago tainted with the dust of the present
It’s high time to get down to the task at hand!
Rest assured, no need for tears
still in a dream, snuggled up with that awe-inspiring sound
Radiance of the autumn sun
Perfumed into a golden yellow by the red leaves covering the mountain
A trendy teenager jumps on the bandwagon
Afterwards disappeared, who can resonate with peace of mind?
If someone can return from the future back to present considerations
Then three white clouds of summer turn into three white horses in spring
galloping into a vast thicket of reed catkins in autumn
On that side someone makes a vow
One thousand lanterns shine inside a thousand points of silver starlight
Spring wind blows past the luxuriant fragrant flowers
Power of the mind like
pine nuts drop on a dreamer, the epitome of the flower of awakening
A thousand autumn rivers
reflected moon ever so silent
Desire expanding anxiety
Position following shifting images, tainted with dust …
Blustery sky, light gone into hiding
Thunder and lightning interspersed, dancing dark forest
Whistling train speeds past the platform
The Traveler still dancing a waltz around a dim yellow light
In a narrow space there dwells an enthusiastic spectator
Mind unsettled
Delusions appearing on the sea of consciousness all night
tonight the Visitor sleeps not.
A jeweled raft powered by a vow barrels into the rapids of turbidity
Running into an adverse wind, following the water vacuum of contingency and the swirling of a vacuous fire …
henceforth dejection no longer encamps at a deep spot in the heart
Red and black interweave an illusory enthusiasm
Blue and white direct a ruthless heart of ice
The Youth riding a bicycle crosses a cradle-like suspension bridge
Childhood companions with common dreams, their true feelings already rewritten by time
Unstoppable time quietly
erases someone’s memory on the sea of consciousness
White black solid
Sun, moon, and stars flee into the formless realm
Red green mixed
Heaven and earth reel sentient beings into the form realm, then
merge them into the desire realm
Rain, plummeting from the sky
Network of sound dancing in the ears
Thoughts of desire kick up billowing waves
sweeping over the silent coast
Wind, roaring up from the ground
Unrestrained sound confounding visual perception
Heart of delusion like a fluttering butterfly
Unable to avoid the spreading web of the spider
Craving packaging the moonlight
Affection flowing out of the sleeves
Inspiration permeates the green field of consciousness, plundering the provisions of wisdom
The power of the mind surpasses the six emotions and cuts off the five desires, making straight for the treasury of the temple of the heart
supporting that natural state of great samadhi
It’s said that there are other celestial bodies
surpassing the beauty of this one ten trillion times.
Clear dew on the leaves, mysteriously connected to
the numinous moonlight of the galaxy
In the mountains there is a cave the cave has an opening a waterfall flows from the opening
Flowing water becomes a river fish live in the river fish sauntering on the mountain
Surging winds sweep past the mouth of a mountain valley
Torrential rains pour into a dry river
Late-night wind howls and wildly runs about
Morning fog gathers up last night’s fallen leaves and heads for home
Muddled, clueless
Bewildered, stupefied
Between waking and sleep listen to the harmonious sound of the wind-flute again rising up
Between sleep and waking see that white crane
extending a line of white light above the sea
A black eagle stirs a black eddy whirling
dancing into a bottomless pit
Sunbeams embossing time
Autumn window bearing witness to human sympathies
Frog steeped in thought below a lotus leaf
Wonderful dance of a butterfly above a blue lake
Romantic longing still hard to suppress
Celestial horse of delusion as though galloping on a virtual sea of consciousness
Green canopy of the heavens rapidly shifting between two banks
Bated breath synchronizing with the speed of the wind.
I am who I am, what’s there to hide
A guest is just a guest, ever fond on dreaming and waking in some faraway place
An eagle spreading its wings soars high into the firmament and contemplates the clouds and rain
A Dragonfly extends its wings and deftly alights all along the lakeshore
Heated quarrel in a Dharma gate of another dimension
It’s said that there are 84,000 seeds of defilement
fleeing hither and thither
Although born in aristocratic families
The Vagrant and the Wanderer haven’t an inkling as to who they really are
The Visitor takes a rest under the Traveler’s tree
Falling leaves already late autumn
An impromptu tea party where yet again someone
contends for hegemony!
A peak lifts a cloud into the clear sky
There is an island shrouded in thick mist
In the past, future, and present, who is it who carries out a vow
The Vagrant and the Wanderer have an annual meeting in autumn
Contemplating the setting sun from the Wanhong Pavilion
Ancient hall with high beams compassionate mind of profundity
The Shepherd Boy skips over the daytime sun
jumps over the nighttime moon
follows the song of the grains of dust
Searching for a long-lost ancient Saha rhyme.
Legend has it that black is the only true color
Someone swallowed up the bright sun and the image of the moon in the Milky Way
String pulled on the bow, sound ringing in the ears
Stars arrayed in the heavens, each one falling into the Traveler’s dream
How is it that the state of perpetual peace and glory is always reversed by ignorance
Making desire into an orphan lost on the scripture-sea
A flash of wisdom in the heart of compassion
Early gone to hibernation, four seasons in disarray
Henceforth that shadow chasing the sunlight doesn’t fall behind
ever bringing turmoil and confusion on all sides …
A flash of tranquility in the heart of joy
The gauzy green scene outside the window, following the moonlight, wantonly drawing in images
Shaking off extraneous sights
making it possible to penetrate the responsive spirit deep in the heart
A flash of reality in the humdrum mind
revolving scene dancing out the wind and clouds of the century
Bottomless deep sea
The bodhisattva mind grazes past
Sound of a flute, swinging in space in rhythm with the Shepherd Boy’s breathing
Following the westerly wind, autumn maple leaves slowly bend and fall
Stone stairway on an ancient path covered with stunning red
Green genes flowing deep thru the serene forest
Wind rises fog soundlessly nuzzles up against the mountain
Samadhi fungus, self-hypnosis, infiltrating
that fine house next to an illusory lake on the other side of the awe-inspiring sound
A great dream from time immemorial
Injected into a bubble on the sea of consciousness, blown about by the wind of the sense objects
An awkward silence when the scene changes or the curtain falls
Turns into an endless finale ……
Midnight snow, fishing in a cold river
Blue sky of 2002 summons a charming image
Why do the hot tears of the Wanderer suddenly surge
All because in the autumn dusk
Picking up the leaves blanketing the mountain
Each one inscribed with a mother’s yearning for someone
Next to the small bridge crossed over last year ─
Finally, a flying flower
Falls into the swirling maze of the Caoxi River
fiercely blazing gaze searching for dazzling red
Already approaching dusk when the ear hears a sound
Westerly wind conveying a message from the celestial drum
How is it that such a small pinch of the kernel undergoes such distress in the great circle of heaven and earth
Wavering about, the Visitor brushes shoulders with time
Unhurried, the Traveler wants to invite the train of time to hook up
An ancient temple retaining the august atmosphere of the lineage of the buddhas
Dharma wheel ever turning preventing
wavering minds of sentient beings from getting a hangover
That old tree providing such abundant cool shade in the summer
Made wan and sallow by the westerly wind; thirsty for the autumn rain
Meteor in the night sky shoots past
the intersecting inspirations in my heart
Empathy of yearning, from this side to that side
Autumn light wondering when it was projected into that red leaf
Instantly withering.
several teardrops taken away by stealth …
Mountains and hills listening to the wind, watching the rain
Sitting forgotten for centuries in Gukeng
Storm shakes mountains and rivers
Heaven and earth instantly take on a grumpy countenance
How is it that those great resting boulders don’t remain in position on the hill
instead rolling down and blocking a mighty watercourse
Dream illusion as its shell
Disappearing into images
Bubble shadows as its illustration
sentimentally attached to worldly affections
It’s the power of the mind by which that lover develops in the subconscious
memories encamped in past space-time, observing
Childhood myth about to repeat
Old bamboos about to grow new shoots in fulfillment of a vow
Beyond the sky Polaris shoots by
halting in an illusory sea of consciousness
Fixing‧its flight path □□□□□□□

April 13, 2003
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(White Dew Egret riding on a great white buffalo)
Book 65 Southwest Law, Originating in White Dew, 2001
─ Great Heat positioned in Leo at a celestial longitude of 135°

Perspicacious there is a pavilion in the west where the sun sets
Clever it’s said that all who have sat there have a positive frame of mind
A monkey fond of clambering
See that flower chasing after the fallen leaves, impish by nature
Sunlight bids farewell to the forest
Gregarious ones fond of play, but still have to make the return journey
Great Heat positioned in Leo at a celestial longitude of 135°
A mysterious wondrous contact breaks into the eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, and mind
A light touch of the fingertip, and instantly
The surroundings meld into the fine dust of the world sea of the ten directions
Mire of the five turbidities henceforth
becoming a wonderful azure water, clear and limpid
On September 7, 2001 at midnight
there dropped the first pure white dewdrop of exceeding beauty
In praise of the wind
A thunderbolt pretending to be a hacker gets into the act
Misty space … flowers amidst fog
fog amidst flowers … suddenly dispersing at the arrival of the sun
Dark space infiltrated by inspiration
Ideas lurking in objects
The Wanderer forgets his hometown sweetheart
In a dream as though waking up ─
The primordial Spirit Mountain will appear on a moonlit fingertip
A silver commemorative coin of centuries past opens
a scripture depository 3,000 years old
White waterfall surging below a huge cliff
Plunging down from the Milky Way into a mountain ravine for centuries on end
Energy of the universe vacillating between real and unreal
Primordial life-force develops and continues
Thought by thought …
Far away there is a small hamlet laden with peach blossoms
An old farmer draws a circle in the sand with his finger
placing dots in the center
Waiting for the sun to break free from the dark clouds
before entering into this genuine homeland of perpetual peace and glory
Long ago in a fallow paddy field there appeared ─
… a wide-brimmed bamboo hat, a sweat towel, and a hoe …
…………………….. millions of hoes ………………………
Millions of water buffaloes plowing the earth ………………
Millions of shepherd boys playing…………………………..
…… strains of song and flute wafting up from beside the stream brush past
The Maiden’s moonlit eyebrows and eyelashes
Genial five-color rainbow
Not knowing how habit-energy arouses the winds of the sense objects into tall mind-waves
The Wanderer roving far and wide prays
That one day the irreversible sailboat will take him back to his native place.
Dream swiftly hides in the domain of delusion
Notion infiltrates a mood and directs the mind of clambering
searching everywhere, blindly nosediving
Water hatches moss on a stone
Wind etches the scars of time into a cliff
Emptiness and existence two feet
Stride over the boundless world of sentient beings
Distorted vision rushing towards
an unknown place of beginningless, boundless, ignorance
Who is it who quietly wiped out the erratic Youth’s sentimental memories
Who is it who silently swept away the numinous space of childhood innocence
The solitary Traveler, no longer cares about what has been predicted for the new century
Ancient plank road surrounded by clouds and mist
Red flame of the sun declining westwards
Dusky eyes of that old cow, flaming in the corner
Over yonder, an old water wheel turns continuously
Irrigation ditches between the embankments, fanning out in all directions
Old Dongan Bridge still seeking the testimony of passers-by
Oblivious to the fact that time has already engraved its entire memory
onto a page of time between heaven and earth …
The dreamers’ craving and desire, by whom cut off
The Old Woodcutter cum Pine Tree Planter, when did he again connect the water and moon
An old tree deep in the mountains, concealed in a vast treasury of light
On one side, a great resting stone lost in a grain of sand
A homesick child unable to satisfy the story of those from afar
The Maiden’s gaze follows the butterflies fluttering all over the mountain
A lonely red leaf lies on the quiescent earth
A green giant clasping a green peak under each arm soars between heaven and earth
Misty fog enshrouding Spirit Mountain
occludes that end of the bridge locked in billowing clouds
Pathway of the sunlight sealed off
Red glow of dusk filling the sky welcomes the westerly wind
Meeting for the first time in that distant land, in a dream most sweet
Birthday song with the same melody, its sound bringing ten billion people peace of mind
Inside a dreamy screen
In love for the first time, playing out a drama of gravitational pull
Ancient memory igniting a novel idea
An unfinished painting
How can others be permitted to wantonly complete it
Due to zealously chasing after objects of desire, forgetting who I am
Due to a lovely dream born of craving, not knowing who is me
Crayons drawing the palace of the childlike mind
The sound of the Youth’s flute reverberating the graceful light of the early morning sun on the lake
Deep dark valley bridge of vines, affection deep
receiving everyone who passes
Wind, tells you everything. . .

Fresh-green bamboo dancing a ballet, glistening in misty space
Lush chrysanthemum rolling in a cold sweat, a hundred elegant expressions
A little bird flies over and takes a stroll on a purple easy chair
A child climbs into a green tree, playing hide and seek
A thousand flowers use crayons to draw an imaginary world
Chief deity of the night in the autumn sky quietly listening
to the sonorous song of the falling leaves …
The Traveler’s hall of the mind-seal hung all over with scrolls painted with landscapes
Distant objects gradually approach
Past events ever falling underfoot
All things revolving in a pair of acute eyes
permeating the flames of desire
A type of autumn sound, leading sharp ears
into the mighty torrent of deluded affection
Streets of old
Now displaying modern storefronts
Someone enters a lotus pond to gather seedpods and shells them on the bank
Underground rootstalks fresh and sweet, fragrant leaves
Last year’s winter plums
revealed their deepest concerns, over and over again
Autumn colors making irresistible eyes
Setting off a battle between red and yellow, purple and gold
light and shadow
The prevaricator without a care, dancing from sunrise to sunset
The seeker of truth repents at every turn
leaps into the world of sentient beings ─
Unrivalled in sophistication
Yet caught unawares by the stone dropped on his foot by his sweetheart
Travel weary yet piecing together something
An ancient compass • pointing south each day
Dense reticular light whirls into a deep black hole
As numerous as the sands of the Ganges are those who sport with ignorance
In the daylight, practicing 18 kinds of martial arts
At night, completely overcome with every type of defilement
Beneath the moonlight a wind chime outside the gate
Plays out the primordial melody of the self
You drifting
Yet not letting the moonlight pass the archway of the heart.
81-year-old lady of the mountains profoundly practiced in the art of making konjac jelly
By virtue of her childlike heart
fond of hiding the mysterious universe in her sleeves
White Dew Egret riding on a great white buffalo
Imbued with love by hiding all year in the corner of a dream
Heavy heart laying down two rows of tears
The childlike mood is unable to break free of the entangling kudzu vines
Hearken unto the voice of autumn, repeated rustling of a hundred fallen leaves!
Compatible desires, mind slips away
Grasping the westerly wind, a thousand rippling branches
Sentiments tugging on one another, essential nature drops out of sight
Half Moon Pool in Park Number Seven
A hundred frogs in a sonata contest
Dragonfly approaches a tender leaf to borrow a few drops of water
places them on the palm and contemplates heaven and earth
A genial spring breeze once brushed past someone’s ear
Today an early autumn drizzle lightly taps on someone’s eyes
Stubbornly impelling the Youth to go on an outing
Open the shutters, behold that golden gallery
A black cloud rolls up a flimsy westerly wind
Open a portal, enter into a lamp-lit treasury
Where someone has already lit five candles.
A mountain in space sends out a cool night sky
One thousand drops of numinous rain gestating sentiment, commiserating the situation of the world
A youngster signs into ─
the tenfold gate of arising and ceasing to have some fun
There is a moving target on the illusory net in the sea of consciousness
Mind intention thought chasing after one another
only to be seized by the spider of desire
A river a bridge
A childish face swaggering over on a hobbyhorse
Someone beneath a tree pretending to be a dwarf, lowers his head and walks away
On a pair of perspicacious lotus ponds there appear two bright moons
Night lighting a candle
illuminating that sorrowless face of childhood
Daytime masquerade dance party
Held in a primeval forest
Tired, deep sleep, dreaming
Yet that innate integrity
gets lost in the blinding darkness …
Light waves on the water tracing the movement of the twilight glow
Duck diving, startled by a falling eagle feather
Hillside
Suddenly crowded with layered crowds of people red and green
On the open-air stage
who is it who is engrossed in song and dance
Wind rises … clusters of red leaves fluttering in mid air
One person with the mind of staying behind, fatigued by sitting
wondering who is willing to humor him
One person with a wandering mind
Lonely self-pity
always sitting next to the pond exchanging laments with the frogs.
The dreamy Youth
Fond of riding a white horse into the reed catkins
Remembering in childhood that culvert on the hill
climbing in and out, playing hide and seek
On this side the naked sky
Not a single cloud in sight
On that side the voluminous surface of the pure sea
neither shadow, ripple, nor wave
Hazy moonlight once halted on the fingertips
An ancient qin accedes to my wish, again shines
The great earth ever supporting his venerable feet
A seven-colored rainbow puts him in a pleasant mood
Reticence is his name
Unresponsive is your name
Presently, how to succeed
Just like those two companions still on Spirit Mountain □□□□□□□

April 21, 2003
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(In the non-hidden non-obvious ninth-dimensional space)
Book 66 Southwest Reaction, Originating in White Dew, 2001
─ End of Heat positioned in Virgo at a celestial longitude of 165°

Footpaths between the fields, densely intersecting clever chicken in charge of the morning
The Old Woodcutter boiling evening tea
Kettle murmuring ‘til dawn
End of Heat positioned in Virgo at a celestial longitude of 165°
Feeder road of yesteryear assembling and dispersing vacillating sentiments
Theater in alliance with the night sky; darkness falls, people scatter
Dance tune weaves into the ears, dazzling moonlight flowing
Efficacy is only a type of phenomenon; no need to sedulously guard it
A primordial candle burns in a deep dark valley
The Maiden’s tears of grief fall between the flowers
Instantly there blooms a bright blossom of consummate beauty.
Sunset bundled up by the verdant hues covering the mountain
Crescent moon ambling on the banks of the Milky Way
Red leaves of late autumn trees flutter down in search of liberation
Glimmering stars scurry about in the transparent blue firmament
In a pond from three thousand years ago
Ten thousand lotus buds open
Wondering who it was who inverted the scene
The lonely Traveler traversing an empty mountain trail
suddenly encountering the silent bright sky
Lingfeng summit
The Visitor strides over the footprints of a dream
Riding wings of hope thru the vast world of sentient beings
Vermilion inkpad of autumn frost leaves its imprint all over the golden earth
Old vines‧ancient trees‧Chinese redbud flowering all over a cliff
At dusk a flock of birds flies to the land of the setting sun
In the daytime withered memories sequestered in the domain of delusion
The Wanderer flashes an ambiguous gaze
Someone asleep, reflecting the waters of a limpid lake
Ignorance manifesting only in dreams
yet no chance for awakening in the present lifetime
Train hurdles into a mountain cave, moon unseen.
Ravine trails, falling leaves ringing in the sound of autumn
Flickering red ignorance suddenly appears in the pristine clouds overhead
Westerly wind raises a frightful dust storm
Net of delusion bundles the world sea of the ten directions into the enchanted palace of the five aggregates
Blossoming ideas of agitation, dropping into the sea of consciousness, dancing on the spindrift
Autumn rains continuously composing the song of Frost Descends
Red leaves one by one dropping into the Traveler’s land of dreams
The light breeze of mid-summer and the autumn moon; these are the writer’s tutelary deities of inspiration
The lovely sky laden with dew, ever fond of toying with the corners of the Wanderer’s raiment
Late at night, a pair of hungry eyes
Eager to eavesdrop on his lover’s inner voice
Twilight on the deep blue sea … the seafarers loitering on the crests of the waves
wondering when they’ll be able to return to port
333 Tonight the child of the world makes the railway lunch box of the galaxy
999 So that throughout the universe every child with a distressed mother
can obtain the incorruptible adamantine body of a saint
Behold one person on stage waves a hand and millions clap
One person jumps and stumbles and millions wave a calabash
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Numerals in dense array
Clambering thoughts repeatedly intersecting
Deluding dreams repeatedly overlapping
Lost
Clapping singing
A sightseeing tour along the way.
Under the stars there is a Blue Bow Lake, transforming, mysteriously shifting
Rising sunlight first illuminating a half-moon pool fond of winking
Ink flashing out a cartoon
Tearfully seeing off the dusk
Red leaves covering the mountain, linking the sunset clouds
Brush tip vigorously lighting up each star, nostalgia no more
Evening light escorts the declining sun over the distant horizon
A feast attended by eighty-four thousand people
revolving theater, dancing for a century
Impressions fallen and withered, containing the seed of affection
New fruit timidly leaves its matrix
Hand of the valley of the wind gathers in the storms of the ten directions
Rain gods release a torrential downpour
Gloaming twilight with twittering acoustic shadow in confusion
Moonlight clear and crystalline a performance now underway
Flowing water in a col
Celestial wish-fulfilling tree coursing thru the clouds
Wind, lightly sweeping over the forest of transforming color
drawing along the silvergrass covering the mountain
First glimmering of light in the east forming into a sharp bright sword
Severing the inverted dreams born of ignorance
Who is it who uses the power of the mind to steal into someone’s palace of the heart
Agitating the enchanting hues on the primordial world-sea
Rain from on high pours into a wondrous stream, clear with a blue tint
Whirling waters gushing forth, fish happily in their watery home
Twelve signs of the zodiac, supple
flowing past murmuring lotus flowers
Easily turning in the sky of the four seasons
taking in a fiercely flaming phoenix
Celestial beings respond
The 24 solar terms twisting in the space of arising, remaining, and ceasing
Earth responding to the presence of love
Elsewhere the sailing ship named Wisdom raises anchor
Heaven moving in accord with sentiment
The eighty-four thousand defilements already falling behind
Earth moving in accord with intention
Letting go of the mind, it no longer wavers
Taking up the mind, it sways …
Desire chases after the nerves of a bat
Flowers of evil dancing in sacred footsteps
It’s said that the triple world is fraught with danger, like a burning house
nations topple with a single blow ─
the original fount of gnosis has lost its transparency
heaven and earth shift in a moment
World, waking up from this side of a dream
then disappearing from the other end of the dream in the dream
This is the eternal headache of the worldling.
Red brick fragments strewn on a green ridge
Lake water supporting the clouds overhead
Who is it who goes about with a pair of big feet making declarations
Tonight, bright moon on the fingertips
accidentally dropping into someone’s eye
Ancient path with old bamboo attached to the world of tomorrow
A never-ending story careening out of control in a play
Utter silence each thought stored in an old urn
Heart can’t surmount that towering wall
Intoxicated by the vaguely wild September sky
Wind blows down the mountain road, peaks waver purple-red
Thoughts arising moment to moment, transmitted
Forthwith a bewildering fog
obscuring east, south, west, north, center
Beyond the mountain, a ferryboat loses the way home
Dense clouds stir the sentient sky
An aperture opens in the fog, a cool beam of light, knowing
Twilight delineating the high peaks
Speeding dreams
putting aside that idea of waking, slowly coming to!
A leaf of spring and autumn, rising and ceasing
Transmigration of day and night
The night-blooming cereus withers once again
Golden fruit strung together reverently
Praying to be reunited with the seed one day
Branches and stalks increasingly lonely in the westerly wind
Hidden power of an old tree trunk, entering and leaving
the storehouse of the distinctive mark of truth
Static and active winter and summer
Both points ever in motion
South and north wind blowing on both sides
lively blue and white banner
The game of heaven and earth in the sleeve
ever flowing in the romantic world
On that night a leaf fluttered in from points unknown
Falling thru the window of a dream …
Autumn melancholy stirs memories of childhood
the lapis lazuli bamboo grove bereft of the canary
The wanderer lightly wipes a tear from the corner of his eye
vision blurrier still …
Sun drops behind the western hills boats return riding the wind and waves
Fisherman's wharf after dusk
Lamplight piercing a window in each house
Wind blowing down a long corridor
Mother under the sky waving a fan
Desolation accompanies grief, like the thickly beaded drops of autumn rain
An empty rocking chair sways below the eaves of a mud-brick house
In the non-hidden non-obvious ninth-dimensional space
Felicity Guanyin, blessing all those heartily going about in the world
unaware of their inherent nature
Willow branch in hand, illuminating the way
back to the true homeland of thusness
Beneath an old banyan tree, swaying on a swing
A butterfly enjoys the cool shade
Childhood memories of white cotton fields
Several grandmothers at night treading on a loom
Within a beautiful paradise
A painter holding a large palm-leaf fan
Fanning all the leaves into the sky yet
each wondrous leaf can’t be held
Sometimes a child comes over
One finger pointing towards the sky
In the sky a shower of flowers
disappearing into the flowering shrubs!
Pavilion in the sunlight follows the inverted image of the trees
Moonlight ─
Meteors of the galaxy light up a spring scene of flowering branches
On the shore there is a primordial lamp
directing a thousand ships drifting on the sea of consciousness
There is a dream encompassing heaven and earth
sporting in the phantom city of the universe
A vast expanse of sea
Mountain, oh mountain! Sky goes dark, seen no more
Water, oh water! Close the ear gate
Purl of water ever flowing
Who is it who is impelled by self-attachment
To dream that inverted dream
Even today seed-flame concealed by an unrestrained nature
Green hills, purple clouds, their numinous trace
frozen over by attachment
Spiritual vestige of verdant wonder
rolled into phenomena by a white mist, wavering ignorance
Waves of fallen leaves before the gate
Bisected by a gem-dust road of moonlight
Bodhisattva tears of compassion dripping into a cold icehouse
Night sky a glimmering crystal dew
sealed into an ancient dense scene
Old sacred tree deep in samadhi, perceiving a message
momentous transformations from three thousand years ago.
Sauntering wind and clouds instantly turn grumpy
Quiet mood in reversal
Crash of thunder ─ black fog all about
Skies display a few flames
binary stars plummet from the sky … tens of thousands of terrified people
Bats of night sprinkle the spell of life and death
Indra’s net suddenly invisible
Sentient sky goes silent, empty
House on fire, scattered people displaced without refuge
A month ago, thousands had sent a letter
Witnessing that everything exists
Today, thundering clouds careening thru the ten directions
Dusk pummeled, flows off
How is it that confusion and conflict overturn the sky
Nourishing those evil flowers
It’s not beauty
From this no true understanding is born.
Wake up! Exchange the false for the empty
No words
No signs
No non-emptiness
There’s no reversing time and space that’s already been imprinted
Invoke the blessings of heaven ─
Wish for that celestial wish-fulfilling tree on top of the mountain
To again produce a bottomless treasure trove
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April 25, 2003
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(Magic of heaven and earth starts up in the wink of an eye)
Book 67 Southwest Supernatural Power, Originating in White Dew, 2001
─ Autumnal Equinox positioned in Libra at a celestial longitude of 165°

Deep deep deep in a passageway
There is a howling celestial dog
On duty day and night
Guardian of those who are blessed
Autumnal Equinox positioned in Libra at a celestial longitude of 165°
A cool solitary moon snuffs out the passions in the hearts of men
A few leaves drop in from beyond the sky
setting in motion memories of last autumn
Colored light shuttles thru a purple-red virtual network, unimpeded
Biefeng where a hibiscus undaunted by the chilly westerly wind
is still in bloom
Who is it who used a reflection to shake that natural samadhi
Sending out a spotlight from a numinous water-mirror
Piercing the firmament, boundless rosy clouds filling the sky
Suddenly a great thunderclap
every lovely dream disappears!
A password on the sea of consciousness
Announced by the Public Art Boy:
"All the letters ─
interwoven on a silver silk scroll.”
"Little Ants ─ Little Ants ─ please make way
Don’t get stepped on by my big feet!" says the Visitor.
"Scarabs ─ Scarabs ─ don’t dash yourselves against the light …
Dragonfly take off ─ Dragonfly take off ─
and be careful not to fly into the web of the northern golden orb weaver,” says the Traveler.
The dreamy Wanderer, one day dreams of
The face of the world shattered to pieces
not knowing what to do.
Clouds spread densely turbulent waves
Riverbank silvergrass, entering a vast expanse of autumn
Dusk, setting sun sends up a red glow filling the sky
An old home tells the story of a beautiful ancient forest
New construction in the new century unfolding the Legend of Silkworm Island
Autumn light enters into the heart of Spirit Mountain
Two eyebrows, quietly
sweep away the mundane aspirations under millions of stars
Slightly closed eyes, can’t conceal
the bodhisattva’s compassionate expression
Who is it who can hear Guanyin
that autumn voice unable to bear the endless tears of sentient beings.
Dream in the sea of dreams, arranging, directing, performing
A single person with millions of roles in a whirlwind performance
Every character in the dream
a variation on the self!
Dark Glen
Frightening notion, dominating the den of ignorance
In the abyss
Layers of melancholy obstructing that numinous light
Bound up in anxieties
bringing bright ideas to a halt
Lilies white as snow
occluding that world of black light
That ox tail stuck in the window
blocking the bright moon on the fingertips
Moonlight sweeps over midnight
Dark matter still sealing in the nascent buds
Boundless mist hiding clusters of verdant green
Gurgling sound of a stream drowning out the soughing of the wind in the pines
Bird steps on branches, treetops tremble
Rain pounds fallen leaves
Rainbow appears in the sky.
Typhoon approaches, a dreamy mood flashes on the horizon
The Youth lifts his feet and travels in the ten directions
This mountain, that river all must be crossed
In the mountains there is a stream
it’s headwaters originating in last winter’s ice cave.
Light and shadow gone into hiding
Within the wings of a condor riding the wind
Time following the condor’s eyes, makes an appointment with
that future arcadia in a dream
The malicious poisonous insect of ignorance lurks in the middle of a network
The tundra of defilement concealed in the search engine interface
Waking from the transitory window of dreams
only to sink into the blazing fire in the mirror of illusion
On the vast sea there is a wooden raft with a blind turtle
Secretly moving thru time and space
A basketful of space, minds of reciprocation
A beam of moonlight, deeply affectionate
Wind rolls up the clouds, packs away the rain
Dark and distant, thickness and depth beyond measure
Storm gales blow torrential rain falls on street lights at night
deluge in an instant,
The typhoon’s ruthless eye
Detained over the world of sentient beings
Rainwater channeling everywhere in the darkness of the primordial world sea
Who is it who performs a comedy on a cliff buffeted by the wind
Roaring like thunder
Flashes of lightning igniting the sky
Striking terror into the hearts of sentient beings
Original luminosity of the mind
falls into the domain of delusion
That ancient sacred tree
was once a seed flown in from beyond the awe-inspiring sound.
How is it that the wind and the rain cease not
Water covers the overpass
Rivers change their course, streams flow backwards
How is it that torrents of water inundate the buildings
Raft in retrograde, driftwood turns into skiff
A thousand millimeters of rainfall in a single day, coast disappears
Torrential rain, wantonly pouring from night to day
Housecat clinging to the end of a branch, crying out in fear
Crescent moon amputated by dark clouds
Sediment control dams no match for this deluge
An intermittent flash in the dark sky of “SOS SOS SOS”
After several scares, the house loses its door
Strong men, hands already aching feet already weak
Courtyards filled with a mountain of coagulated gravel and mud
Rip tides backed by mountain torrents
Instantly houses collapse, trees topple, buried
Fierce landslides of impetuous force
Some upset, frustrated
Some love the ride
The vast crowd looks everywhere without finding where the water comes from
Wanting to walk, but there’s no road
Wanting to cross the river, but there’s no bridge
On that benumbing night only benumbed beings were able to sleep
An ambiguous game moves in the eye of the dusk
Clouds laden with tears, ground covered with rippling waters
Beautiful homeland abruptly turned into a swampy clime
Three colors appear on the surface of the sea
Dark blue, light green, and yellow-brown.
Typhoon Nari’s 13 days in Taiwan
Not a clear sky in sight, dark clouds running amok
Natural world in alarm
Sun seized by darkness
Path of the moon blocked by blackness
East coast layer upon layer of numinous verdant peaks
Tonight the dragon king spits water, washing a thousand mountains
Northern Taiwan yet besieged by wind and rain
the Shepherd Boy prays for universal well-being
Light rain … people play in the water
Torrential rain … water plays with people
Bustling city now orphaned
Road, unable to move a single step
Bridge, turned into a dangerous trap
The people’s impassioned entreaties
unheeded by heaven ……
The common people’s two lips opening and closing
Telling of their suffering, but who can understand?
Knowing in advance that a heady tempest is on the way
Who would still go hiking?
People displaced with no way out
Yet someone says: "Why not go out by boat and have some fun!"
Midnight awakened with a start
Bursts of rain baptizing the peaks on that side
On this side the sea, flashes of purple lightning and blue frost
hemming and hawing in a black vortex
Typhoon slowly lingers
Heavy rain submerges the Saha world, and the people’s silent tears
How can people be free from calamities? How to ward off disaster?
That night, a 5.4 earthquake took place
you, I, him; do we still remember
three days hence, and it’s the second anniversary of the 921 Earthquake
Heaven and earth once again beat the celestial drum
reminding forgetful humanity!
Streets of sheer desolation
How could this have once been a great city
today become a lonely island suspended midair
Tiny creeks turning into raging torrents
Surging billows, not to be taken lightly
Mud not washed away, turbid
Houses without doors, homes without courtyards
Turbulence unending … sweeping north to south in 36 hours
Life as usual comes to a halt
Wild rains trouncing villages
everywhere surpassing 1,000 millimeters
Why does Nari not leave?
Mist and drizzle on the east coast
Clouds detained on the frontier of the typhoon
Wonder when the sun will once again reach the windows
Praying for heaven to have mercy on these pitiful people
Sun formless • flower formless
Hurricane wraps up the plaintive cries of the tide …
Children without tables and chairs, how to do homework
Birds hiding in the trees, how to fly with wet wings?
Former times gripped by fear during White Dew
Already detached from the phenomenon of the past
Yet in late spring, during Grain Rain, swallowed up by the plague of the century
The ghostly specter of SARS spreads terror
Deep into the bones of the pitiable masses
Every household infiltrated by the loss of a loved one
Confined in the depths of darkness
Helpless people everywhere running into walls
Sharp tears pierce the bodhisattva’s heart
Within seven days there appear those anti-SARS heroes
Teams and teams battling the epidemic
Praying for blessings, for relief
that all suffering and calamity will come to an end …
Disordered hearts waiting for reconstruction
Derailed minds waiting for peace
Moonlight a finger pointing to the monastery in the moonlight
Forty-nine lamps lit for forty-nine days
By the strength of the 12 great vows of the Medicine Buddha
Praying that all beings may be well □□□□□□□

It’s said that tonight another typhoon approaches
Trembling … all because of seeing a stunning butterfly
pummeled by a gale and swept away
Instantly the heavens release another cloudburst, earth inundated yet again
Still wondering why
millions of mouths cry out for thirst
A small thicket of spotted bamboo holding together a piece of ground
Dozens of old firs successively climbing over the mountain
Millions of long and slender needles engaging in crochet
Flickering green greeting the wind, bidding farewell to the Traveler
Magic of heaven and earth starts in an instant
Mood falls into the trap of the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind
Numinous intelligence suddenly loses its numinosity
everyone wakes up from their lovely dream
Four seasons teeming with profundity
Light-yellow fallen leaves swimming off in the water-sky mirror
The Vagrant rambles about as a guest in a foreign land
The Wander runs into an old friend and calls out ─
How is it you don’t return?
The Visitor reaches out to pick a reddening leaf
Wondering who to wave goodbye to □□□□□□□

April 29, 2003
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(Native place waiting on the shore covered with four-leaf clovers)
Book 68 Southwest Dharma Talk, Originating in the Autumnal Equinox, 2001
─ Frost Descends positioned in Scorpio at a celestial longitude of 135°

Leisurely attitude, seemingly foolish yet possessing consummate wisdom
Great function, unhindered; this is a vital element
Autumnal Equinox positioned in Scorpio at a celestial longitude of 135°
A radish happily dwelling in a hole
This is Spirit Mountain the abode of white clouds
A waterwheel scooping up the water
A windmill showing off in the wind
Water of a thousand rivers embracing a thousand moons
Irrigating the golden ears of rice—arising, remaining, decaying, ceasing
Boundless mountain breeze blows over the boundlessly beautiful greenery
Following the wheel of the seasons, applying the swirling colors of spring, summer, autumn, winter
At the bottom of a deep valley, an ancient trail shrouded in fog
Boat sails, bank moves; yet the old fisherman remains unseen
Elsewhere, up above; thin clouds appear in the sky
Moon in motion a cool blinking eye
Suddenly revealing ─
the bodhisattva Candraprabha’s merciful eyes.
Autumn morning, a beam of glowing red shoots beyond the hill
A wild crane on the beach slowly soars into the sky
Last night, when the moon rose up from the sea
People everywhere used their eyebrows and eyelashes to filter the moonlight
Currently the sky is slightly hazy
The calm sea is like a numinous water mirror, deeply silent
The Youth sails past on a rakish skiff
You, there on the shore; why do you want to use a fingertip
to obstruct the movements of the clouds?
Great inspiration from heaven
Fine tuning the weather of the four seasons
All that pain and suffering of the common people
all carried inside two baskets hung on a shoulder pole,
The mind of sentient beings drifting on the boundless sea of consciousness
Sentient, responding in the three times and ten directions
Only to repeatedly fall into a vast inverted dream
Flamboyant autumn sun extends over the blue sky and green earth
Intersecting with someone’s soaring spirits
Light-purple moonlight, shrinking the night sky
Calling out to all sentient beings, all in a dream
completely enveloping each wandering spirit …
Blue sea rolls up a thousand waves
Washing the dust of ignorance off the shore
A vast sky, patch of blue, patch of white
Dark matter yet streams in on the surging waves of karma
Elements in motion, dim street lights opaque
Bees and butterflies mistaking withered leaves for flowers
Marvelous peak
a cloud-cap stuck on the branch of an old pine
Birds fly past with time in tow
yet by the photoreceptors of someone’s eyes
Pulled into—the lens of the distinctive mark of thusness.
An old tree trunk backed by a verdant hill covered with buds
The east spits the moon out onto the coast
Westerly winds contentedly linger in the Wind Pavilion
Memories lingering on the Pacific horizon
Every withered branch pointing towards home
going south towards the supreme amongst the 53 dispositions
Dark sky, racing thru an ancient ice cavern
Yet in the world of light there are those fond of using color
to fabricate images unreal ……
Clouds and sky are the companions of the mountain
Stove and smoke are the dense affection of tea
in an unfamiliar forest, wondering where to find the exit
On rainy days farmers don their wide-brim hats and work in the fields
On the dark path of delusion
lined with a thousand lit lamps, how is it that it’s still unclear
Innumerable flower petals successively performing spring colors
Low banks between the paddy fields, fire now burning
Reviving the golden wheat of autumn
Weeds of ignorance, today go up in smoke
The wings of wisdom unfold and fly up towards the heaven of inherent nature.
There is an old tree facing the wall year round
Utterly unperturbed by the noisome birds making a ruckus
Ants and bees can predict the weather
Their sensitivity to the pulse of the earth
far surpasses that of the average human being
Whose state of mind is buffeted by the wind
see those surging waves of thought, overturning rivers and seas
Autumnal Equinox sun falls, darkness descends
The Traveler in a dream hears the urging sound of the golden drum
Why has he still not returned home?
Grass cottage beside a bamboo fence illuminated by the rosy glow of dusk
On the west bank that spirited horse with a red mane
daily dyeing that vast expanse of water
Last rays of the setting sun obliquely penetrate the trees
Dislodging a few red leaves from their stems
Off in the distance a strange voice is heard
is it from a past life, or from this one …
or is it merely the result of the ear faculty mixing with the dust
There is an obsession; wondering why
it always enters a dream, affects the state of mind …
Timid lover, wandering alone on the other shore
Wavering image of a candle, a thousand dazzling pith-flames transform into a phantom city
Yesterday the red leaves and fragrant flowers filled the trees with dazzling color
Today the leaves cover the ground, looking just like a thousand orange oakleaf butterflies
A pulse wave of light quietly changing, shifting
Reverberating sound silently calling out in the sea of the mind
Forget-me-nots • day lilies spreading sleep-inducing seeds of joy
Thus, real, genuine
give rise to the ever fearless circumstances in a dream
All manifesting by virtue of the power of a vow, quiescent and excellent
one is true, all are true.
Reminiscence
Clambering between myself and others
Weaving endless delusions
Thoughts flowing and scattering
Fine dust all over the eyes
Attachment-karma leading to rebirth
One is false, all are false.
There is a miracle hidden under the rubble
The yellow pond lilies of Chengqing Lake invite the frolicking fish to swim underwater
Moonlight illuminating deep valleys
An old toad gnaws on a wisteria already bereft of leaves
A dense forest on the margins of the Milky Way
Occluding the white clouds in the sky
A juniper’s tender foliage welcomes the westerly wind
A stack of purple mountains spits out a bright red evening
A sheet of sky, a piece of earth, a patch of bright read and emerald green
A slice of mountain, a stretch of sea, a patch of dark grey clouds
A piece of mind, a bit of intention, a measure of sentiment wades in
A grain of thought, a part of memory, moment of mutual recollection unto eternity
There was a youngster who had no fear of heat or cold
Fond of passing the days in an octagonal pavilion chewing on sugar cane
These days enjoying the cool breeze in the Wind Pavilion
Yet wondering where that youngster has gone
An eagle soars in the sky
On the sea grade-seven waves skip about
Kicking up a fog! Mountain disappears
Autumn rain accompanies fallen leaves drifting in the water
Wind blows shadows of the branches sweep over the courtyard steps
but unable to move the dust moistened by the autumn tints
Cool moonlight illuminates a lover
Wondering which sweetheart to accompany in a dream tonight.
Withered branches of an old tree turn into a boat
Carrying fragrant blossoms to the non-empty treasury
How can a single heart contain a boundless collection of anxieties
Behold that kudzu vine densely weaving
around an old sacred tree
In the thin autumn air
I see the breeze moving thru the branches
The leaves coaxed off their branches by the autumn rains
Wordless awakening is a continuation of beauty
Transforming memories of the past into lovely recollections of the future
Spindrifts stacked a thousand high rush in from a corner of the sky
In the extensive mountains, the sorrowful sob of cicadas
summoning those yellow leaves on a thousand mountains stirred by the westerly wind
Dark clouds can’t hide the golden drum
Thunder and lightning can’t rupture the evening sky
Wind can’t shake what is thus empty
Tears of rain can’t leave behind a trace
on the last stroke of evening red
Today at 6:00 PM
Ten thousand golden rays appeared in the western sky
Bolts of lightning beat the drum in the eastern sea
Solicitous thoughts
stored away by that instantaneous sword of light
After three seconds, all phenomena are hidden
Mutual recollection always appears by virtue of the formless flowers of affection
Numinous response, fond of mounting the summit of vain imaginings
directing the route of dreams
Who is it who—
releases the clambering mind into the waters of attachment
If it’s the cleverly turning Youth
then he’ll have to take up the great bodhisattva flag
And raise it to the top of the pole of the foremost Surangama King, and let it flutter about.
Off in the distance glimmering lights on fishing boats
In the hometown a glass-enclosed lamp rotates on top of a tower
Boats returning riding the wind, breaking thru the waves
The moon has already quietly climbed the windows of each fishing household
All the children are singing ─
"Father went fishing; why have you not yet come home?"
Palm-leaf manuscripts, scrolls and pages
drifting in the sea of knowledge
An authentic work, imprinted with tears
A black wind of ignorance flies up with the dust filling the sky
An old Saha rhyme, sight and sound blurred
The Wanderer rolls up his sleeves and shakes off the sweat
But not the defilements
Flowers in a mirror moon in the water
appearing and vanishing into thin air …
Ready to sing a song of returning to the source
yet unable to find a leader of exceptional ability
Gnosis banished from the world of sensory experience
Innocence sealed into the five aggregates on the sea of consciousness
Golden sky, red earth
invites the autumn light to dance—
Recollection and yearning share a toast
of imaginary purple grape juice
My heart, natural and unrestrained, catches a ride on a dreamed flying ship
yet wondering where it’s landed
Tracking a leaf flow in from beyond the sky, straight to
a palace in the snow-swept regions of glimmering silver ice.
Within the golden drum of the setting sun on the Autumnal Equinox
A yearning between the eyebrows extends a rising crescent moon
Beside the ear a westerly wind gently blows in
the space-time cypher of the universe
Day and night clear and overcast
The mother of the earth ever settled in the great natural samadhi listening
to the musical sound beyond the sound of the open-air amphitheater
Evening red within the worlds of desire and form
coloring half the sky
The wind of sense objects draws out the waves of consciousness far off into the distant unknown
Tacit understanding drops into the lake of dreams, waiting for the call-in of intelligence
The marvelously turning Youth traverses 3,000 li without accompaniment
Unmatched in the mountains, turned around by a single thought
Reaching out to tickle the withered grass
Drops of condensed dew already slightly cold
Fantastic color of butterfly wings no longer dazzling
Cicada wings no longer transparent
This is metamorphosis
This is shedding the shell
At 6:15 in the evening the sun is due west and at its reddest
The golden drum on the sea, displaying boundless affection
Plowing powered mainly by dreams
Native place waiting on the shore covered with four-leaf clovers
Waiting • □□□□□□□

April 30; May 1, 2003
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(Beyond the sky, it’s said there is yet an immortal beyond)
Book 69 Southwest Family, Originating in the Autumnal Equinox, 2001
─ Lesser Snow positioned in Sagittarius at a celestial longitude of 105°

Hiding in a remote place concealed in a deep gorge
Deep in the mountains there is a fiery beast weaving flaming apparel
Lesser Snow positioned in Sagittarius at a celestial longitude of 105°
A thousand green feathers swaying amongst white clouds in a blue sky
Three friends enter upon a trail on a great mountain
You, me, and him, together searching for
mysterious fairies in the forest
Clear sky who is it who hung up that rainbow
Numinous peak, silent white clouds sealed tight
Ocean tide swelling up from the depths
dispersing wandering driftwood …
Birds singing their love songs
Twitters endlessly overlapping
Worldly sound of exaggerated chatter
Then there is tranquility and insight, inner listening hearing
the harmony of the tide accompanying the wind humming thru the pines on the banks of the Milky Way
Behold that epoch of the ancient moon whirling in time
A thousand clouds in the sky adoring a virtual animation
A roaring lion statue, mouth silently agape
Yet convulsing thunder and lightning 3,000 li distant.
Lovers quite gloomy hearing the sounds of autumn
Red leaves unable to bear the eternal melancholy
Porters • ancient trail • Wanhong pavilion
Bearing witness to the Traveler’s grief and passion
Heaven and earth day and night alternately performing
Slanting rays of setting sun responsively greeting the rising moon
Leisurely clouds fond of illustrating the sky
Hindering the flight of the wild cranes
Hotshot fond of being at the vanguard
eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body never malfunctioning
Fields of purple lavender
Purple mist enveloping the south
The Visitor, eyes fixed on a glittering seven-colored spectrum
Unseen formless subconscious
perplexed by inverted figments
Dawn, one hundred thousand cicadas resonating with the sounds of autumn
Dusk, mountain bathed in a red glow
Purity with dust-free awareness
New moon tonight ready to put to sea in the wake of a meteor shower
Off in the distance a humpback whale surfaces in the white cloud-waves
Aggregate of consciousness, wholesome thoughts tiptoeing therein
quietly remove the weeds of ignorance
Dead wood • sunset • lone flying duck filling the sky
Aggregate of form instantly transforming into 3,000 scenes
Moonlight • street lights • owl looks but doesn’t see
Whether or not the Wanderer has time to listen to his heartfelt aspirations.
Day and night alternating, accompanied by light and dark
See that red-crested crane flying north
Pretending to be an egret, playing hide and seek with you
Stiff howling winds ruffling the mountain colors
Heavy rain, mud disturbing the flowers’ true appearance
With the flick of a sleeve, the mountain shakes off the dust filling the sky
flowers remove their shoes yet can’t wash out the staining mire
Genial pool of vain imaginings turns into the five turbidities
Clambering everywhere, patrolling the past in the ten directions
Willow trees on a thousand mountains, branches hanging low
Green and red, transparent dewdrops colorless
Ten thousand pipes summon the celestial thunder
Sound of wind and rain, silently traveling thru time.
Galaxy • beyond civilization, solemn and boundless
Seeing knowledge and ignorance relative to one another
Earth • sincere and tranquil deity
Knowing and unknowing sketching one another
Seeds • mysteriously growing into great trees
See that bodhi leaf with new buds
pieces of jasper reflecting the rosy clouds
Hawkeye • observing the firmament
Condensing an image of the golden drum of sunset
dyeing the horizon red
Seeking searching—
A vagrant searching
Thoughts ever on the boundary between the moment and eternity
Memory mutual memory—
The Wanderer steps onto the way home, as though recollecting the mark of emptiness
Timidly approaching home, gone for countless autumns
still nostalgic for home …
One hundred flowers blooming in clusters
The passing Visitor unable to pick them
Streetlights fond of noisily calling out to the Traveler
Loath to wake up from a dreamlike journey
Bird perched on the last remaining branch of a dead tree
Faint clouds in the sky, wind searching in all directions
A mountain covered by a blanket of fog
spare a hibiscus in bloom
Silent rain of time tuned to the movements of the seasons
Password of awakening locked inside
the palace of the ancient kings in the depths of the sea of dreams
Sealed inside the ears, all by virtue of being ambushed on all sides by the buzzing of cicadas
Hearing not the call of a hometown friend ten thousand li distant
Red leaves of a thousand mountains
sensory ability perfumed into eye-dust
Vast mist obscuring that streetlight
the Traveler wonders where he’ll pass the night and dream
An ant patrols the bottom of the stairs
Hundreds of ants come for some boisterous fun
Millions of times back and forth
all for the sake of a few disputatious words with you, me, and him
Already old and anxious
Awakening—
Turns out to be the Wanderer’s misperception in a dream.
Trail blocked by a landslide
Flora iced over
Waning daylight greets a rainbow
Misty clouds a thousand fold gradually returning to their source
Brilliant red mouth of a canyon
Like the drifting gilt edge of the setting sun
Starless sky but for the sporadic flashes
Of the fireflies
Dense darkness wondering who lit up a lamp
All is silent except for the continuous clamor of the pine-flute
who is it who is fond of weaving those dreams of the Traveler
Just so is the early morn
Last night the wind and rain came on pilgrimage
Dragonflies flying in formation
Butterflies searching back and forth
Sky: clear in the east, red in the west
Cicada’s buzzing anxiously, not distinguishing east or west
Flock of birds racing wildly in the wind
Red clouds fusing with white clouds
drifting out, becoming the two eyelids of the firmament
Fog smugly meandering in a mountain valley
Dew, delicately hung all over the golden network of autumn
Shining—
Like glittering optical fibers as numerous of the sands of the Ganges.
I am an ordinary person
Using an ordinary mind
To do ordinary things
Enjoying birdsong in mountain forests
Fond of resonating with the tide
Praying for the wellbeing of all sentient beings
That that spiritual luminosity will ever remain amongst the stars
That the creatures of the air will be wary of nets
That every hobo has a home to return to
That the intrepid lion ever roams alone in a quiet place
That the peerless fearless elephant king ever sports amongst the trees
I go out onto the Wind Pavilion and listen to purity itself
Only to be roused from my reverie by a thousand cicadas lying in wait on all sides
All because I am an ordinary person
Slanting rain falling from the hilltops
A wisp of affection rises up with the smoke of the charcoal stove
Remembering, always at the Autumnal Equinox when the sun is about to set
An ancient temple faintly glowing
The willow branch in the hand of Felicity Guanyin can’t hold back
the red sun slowly dropping
Tonight, moon half dark, half bright
How to complete a satisfactory dream
who is it who slept a dent into one side of a glass pillow
Heaven, so fond of using wind, rain, thunder, and lightning to tell a story
Mother Earth adept at forming a theater out of endless mountains and rivers
How is it that there are always tears shimmering in the Traveler’s eyes
Behold that Visitor staggering along
The animation contest of the century
heartily depicted by the Wanderer
The Master of the Pavilion awards the grand prize
To the steward of Chaozhou tea.
Eastern sea, at dawn refulgent with a thousand rays of light
Stars glittering next to the glazed roof tiles at the front of the shrine
Light breeze blows in the taste of former times
Wavering treetops stir the hues of yesteryear
A familiar sound returns from the past
in search of the ears of today
A quick-witted flower clings to a coarse rock
An identical pair of eyes
Yet endowed with different points of view
Uniform eyebrows complete meeting of minds in the ten directions and three times
An ancient mirror collecting myriad images
A deep pool of water allowing the moon to drift about
Dexterous hand of heaven and earth
creating boundless delight
Fallen leaves turning into mud
Signless, selfless
Returning to the source
waiting to meet again in the tender buds next spring.
Early summer weather, the land bursting with vitality
A thousand mountains leaning on adjacent emerald green
Ten thousand gurgling rivers return to the sea
Buzz of cicadas’ gently tug the winds of emotion
Several Muller’s barbets tap on the wooden fish
All pure spirits between heaven and earth return to purity
White spindrift hugging white clouds
Silver moon playing in the Milky Way
A kite drags off a group of children
Clamorous rain reaches a crescendo and dies away
Behold the denizens of the world, how they play
—the symphony of the community of life
The Master Craftsman of Consummate Ability builds a bridge of driftwood
Allowing the Traveler to boldly cross a wide river of distinctive colors
Sunset reflected on the seashore
only to be seduced by the passionate rosy clouds
A tender leaf stirs up the wind at the mouth of the canyon
A westerly wind suddenly dyes red the autumn sky
The Wanderer’s eyes adrift in glimmering tears
revealing his secret yearning for home
Light and shadow pass by the eyebrows and eyelashes
Failing to meet by a narrow chance, yet sound forgets not the ear
The bright mind, capable of responding
to all the sorrows of sentient beings
Perceiving original nature from within a deep valley, see that hibiscus flower
why does it singly, silently wither and fall
Three strokes of the first rays of sunlight shatter the darkness
At the vanguard, taking to shore, mounting the peaks
Seven rays fallen, ready to go, to stay
Sunset finale, like a lightly swaying dress
Day and night ever intersecting in the Visitor’s dreams
True sentiments and universal love always get distorted in the sea of consciousness.
Empty mountains outside the forest shrill sound of cicadas
a sparrow in a nosedive of plunder
Sea-sky chaos of dusk
Wind and rain clasping thunder and lightning, light instantly falls away
Same footprints on the same road
Coming and going, repeating over and over again
Perfuming amidst sense objects, forgetting to mend one’s ways
180° turn
Chattering … countless glowing clouds on that side
Clouds filling space, still dazzling
Tonight with the Milky Way and stars
about to blend into an illusory screen
Dead curved branch turns into a bow
Bird shooting off like an arrow
Passing over a rainbow—
Off in the distance, surging waves on the open sea
White cloud rides the wind, steps on the waves
Shifting coastline waves farewell
to the Traveler’s little boat of dreams
Splendor of the sunset says goodbye to a golden eagle with five talons
Beyond the sky, it’s said there is yet an immortal beyond
The lowest of men searches everywhere without finding the highest
Who is it who hides within the Dharma Realm □□□□□□□

May 1–2, 2003
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(Unyielding, yet able to bear a heavy burden)
Book 70 Southwest Benefit, Originating in the Autumnal Equinox, 2001
─ Winter Solstice positioned in Capricorn at a celestial longitude of 75°

Unyielding, yet able to bear a heavy burden
Perfectly willing to take orders
Plowing and tillage
Finally, driving a white oxcart
Winter Solstice positioned in Capricorn at a celestial longitude of 75°
Westerly wind cold cicadas’ mournful call
Fallen leaves fluttering wandering disconsolate
Autumn rain frigid reed catkins grey
A white bird flies in from the other side of the awe-inspiring sound
The Shepherd Boy holding a silver cup filled with snow
The white ox on the shore admiring the scenery says:
“One form surpassing the next.”
Tonight the moon falls into the Milky Way
A white crane escapes from a silver cage
Within the bright and spacious world
All creation numinous, ready to move
A leaf changes from green to yellow
from yellow to red slowly turning into transparent white
A tree from spring to summer
from summer to autumn gradually arrives at the cold dry winter
A cool gust of wind blows thru the Wind Pavilion
A scarab dives in close, stumbles, and flies away
A white cloud wanders over the mountain, wanders over the sea
only to be summoned back by three rings of the chime
Bursts of the tide … wake up your ears
Calling out to my sense of hearing
regardless of where his hearing is
Mountain of dense greenery ten thousand blue-green umbrellas
Sheltering the earth from the wind, rain, and cold
Dense fog approaches the mouth of the canyon
Dew lightly spread around the forest
Mind of clambering, obsessed
way leading back to the source, closed off
Mind of purity there in the Wanhong Pavilion, waiting
For the eyes of dusk to see off the last visitors.
Big Dipper reflected in the water
Lights on the fishing boats awake all night
A burst of oblique rain falls on an arched bridge over a pellucid stream
Raindrops leisurely hanging from the branches
Inspiration, subtly moving within surging soundwaves
Virtuous thoughts, towards that side, clear with a blue tint
turning around, esoteric transmission
Floodwaters surging in the wilderness
Returning it to desolation
Favorable winds blow
Surging world-sea, thousands of light-forms transform into a golden wave of eternity
Candlelight ignites a rose’s fragrance
Harmonious tones of a water zither long drawn out
spiraling upwards with the smoke from the stove
Suddenly the six types of earthquakes shake the earth
Whilst the celestial wish-fulfilling tree displays its flowers—
Complete crescent moon boatloads of shooting stars
Translucent clouds spotless white
Every auspicious sight manifests in front
Corner of the mouth tugged by the wind
Ears resonating with the hum of the dewdrops outside the window
A pair of eyes malfunctioning due to constant manifestation of the
Virtual world …
Sudden realization • like a meteor darting across rivers and mountains of boundless extent
yet heeding not the nature of awakening!
Thrusting off defilements someone walks on the beach
Who is that muttering to himself
Slight wind lightly caresses the waves
Hearing sound yet there’s no way to grab hold of the sound of the drum in the ten directions
The barefoot Yogi walks to the ends of the world
Yet tripped up by a pair of grass sandals
Looking back, each footprint staining the earth
From then onwards—
A load of worry, a load of fret, a load of contention
No way to see thru it
An anxiety, an attachment, a heavy burden
Countless machinations, unable to seize the moment
Mind of passion, falls into
a deep river agitated by attachment and desire
The way home ever distant
repeatedly looking back, hesitating.
Rain soaked the footbridge last night
Slippery distracted pedestrian stumbled and fell
Fogged-in mountains barely discernible, one hundred percent humidity
Threads of rain filling the sky, weaving into a dense network of dew
A colorful bird drops from the sky and takes refuge in a thicket of trees
A refreshing breeze wafts over the sea-mirror screen
Sound waves surging, glistening light of waves paging the sky beyond the sky
Fallen flowers in a brook hindering
someone’s wide stride
Behold on the bank that dried up stump of last year
Now fully laden with fruit
Following the rain, a towering waterfall leaps off the mid-slopes of the mountain
Cicada-song moves in from all directions
The Yogi reins in the mind, closing his ears
Yet not knowing the function of hearing
Vaguely returning to listening—
Perhaps there is a response from the numinous sea of inherent nature
Or ignorance fumigated by thusness
Leaving behind phenomena looking for someone amongst the crowd
attracting attention, then seen.
Originally a huge luminous jeweled mirror formed of Indra’s net
all illuminating, nothing able to hide
Sheets of leaves, sheets of clouds … sheets of crane feathers
Sheets of butterfly wings, sheets of cicada wings
Thousands of river-moons with millions of sheets
Reams of flowers, stacks of fog … pile of wild geese
Heaps of dragonflies, mounds of frog-croaks
That mouth that can’t stop talking, nonstop chatter
Behold the oblique rays of the setting sun illuminating a copse
Vague illusions
Like a restless monkey swinging from the vines filling the forest
Intoxicated because since time immemorial
a drama of ignorance never ending!
Summit of Spirit Mountain • at Biefeng
There is a grove of old sacred trees
It’s said that if you climb up there and go in, then you can pass thru the corridor of dreams
for at that place,
Space is merely a mustard seed in a scripture on the world-sea of the ten directions
All fictions meld into the five unhindered Mount Merus
Time is also the world
drawing out a moment from within eternity
transformed into an eternal idea
Just so illusory phenomena
Like a fishing pole stirring the center of the sea
one wave stirs, ten thousand follow …
Wondrous contact like meteors shooting past from beyond the sky
Momentary glance
then they’re gone
Correct cause lurking deep in the sea of consciousness … locus
Power of mindfulness quietly minding the six senses
Deep valley with the sound of ten thousand flutes
listening inwardly to silent luminous space
If delusions exist in a dream
There is still a fixation on the two extremes of dynamic • static
How to place the mind between
“identity and difference” and “it is called”
Because the clouds have no mind
The waves of the ten directions are in a corner of the sky
Because water is passionate
It runs all over in search of the source of life.
I see a pair of birds perched abreast on a dead limb discussing how to build a nest
I see insects well hidden under the adjacent leaves
Turns out to be the withered and flourishing twin sal trees
transmitting heartfelt feelings thru its roots and into the core of the earth
September sky heaven fond of releasing floodwaters
A thousand millimeters in a single night
Urban flood channels somehow blocked, bringing disaster
Heaven’s plan was to simply wash away all the dust to welcome the winter
Who would have known that the drainage routes were already clogged with sediment
Green hills instantly flow with yellow sludge
Streetlights of prosperity forthwith extinguished
Civilization reverts to prehistoric chaos
Perhaps someone has measured the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth
A vast sky, three thousand li
Clear sky above, heavy rains below
Flying across the Pacific
Clouds come around from all directions
Hues and tints boundlessly changing with the time of day
On both wings of the sky-train, flashing lights
call out to the pathways crisscrossing the vault of heaven
An antique whistle sounds in ancient forests ─
Allure of Alishan, century-old train climbing the mountain
Scenes of yesteryear, by desire hidden
in that pair of boundless windows of the Traveler in the moonlight
Breeze blows away memory bubble of dejection
Remembering that first sweetheart in the childlike mind of old
These days, already turned to an ineffective sentiment
All the children of mountains and plains
all the shepherd kids have gone far off
In front, eyes filled with abundantly green tung oil trees in bloom
yet tainted by the modulations of civilization …
Listen there is a fisherman of the eastern sea inwardly baring his heart
Just like a landscape painting telling the distant future.
See those mountains and rivers shrouded by wind and rain
See those torrential floodwaters rushing to the sea
The great sun still higher than the mountains
The moon still lingering in the clouds
Wheel of time drawing out the tree spirits propping up the sky
Time regulating the changing seasons of sentient beings
How is it that sentient beings take the blooming flowers of awakening
and plant them in their own original nature—
Chaos arises when knowledge and vision doesn’t shine
How is it that dragonflies are so fond of colliding with glass
Why are cicadas attracted to a tiny drop of dew
Breeze infatuated with moonlight
Constant drizzle bathing the forest
Dry branches enchanted by autumn scenery, stunted
North wind blows in snow egret flies past
Densely luxuriant
Phantom city woven of vain imaginings good for fun
Winding and twisting
Pellucid waters flowing upstream, the Vagrant most curious.
Lone eagle on a cliff shadow falling on a broad river
A lotus-boat floats up to the seventh heaven
Past entanglements recycling in memory
Future dreams in longing
Clambering mind of the present, everywhere emotional entanglements
Illusory corona blurred in the fog
A meteor pierces the night sky
dives into the silent center of the sea
You me him, three jeweled vessels of knowledge
rising and falling all over in the garden of dreams
Come, clap, clap, clap your hands
Because someone crossed the road
Go, tap, tap, tap out the beat
Turns out to be the Visitor halting under the moon
An owl silently perched on a treetop, spying
A wild illusory dream of beautiful scenery
Embedded in the palace of vision
Memories once lost reminiscing
appearing in the zone of vain imaginings
That inner spiritual luminosity
still deep asleep in the phantom city
Primordial pure power of mind
surely able to shake off the dust of defilement and ignorance
Ancient path the Youth on a bicycle
Racing with an old farmer in a big white oxcart
Playing • entranced
Competing • spellbound □□□□□□□

May 2–3, 2003
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(Mindfulness is a formula for guiding the subconscious mind)
Book 71 Southwest Compassion, Originating in the Autumnal Equinox, 2001
─ Greater Cold positioned in Aquarius at a celestial longitude of 45°

Wind roaring like a tiger fierce
Mighty
A surge of pure positive energy powerful enough to subdue a strong man
Biting cold primary color mottled
Greater Cold positioned in Aquarius at a celestial longitude of 45°
A conscientious solitary flame
Somehow passes the test of the winds bearing down on all sides
A virtuous footbridge
Wondering who it was who opened the door of unknowing
Searching everywhere in vain for the planter of happiness and wisdom
Gloomy thoughts why
do they remain whirling in the mind-sea of non-abiding
Withered landscape of days past
Now following a white cloud floating towards the further reaches of the awe-inspiring sound, no longer searching
Childhood memory of a canary
All that can be done is to become spellbound by the colorful drawings of childhood
A few drops of merciful tears, forlorn
fall into the Jubo Pavilion, drifting …
Mood of a sentient being
As high as a towering wave
Dashing into a vague torrent
alone, come out on top
Desolation floods in from all sides
Old friend’s remote scanning, all night hard to sleep
Sunset ─
The sea farers in droves slowly paddle their boats towards home
Fishing village, weaving dreams inside and outside the window
repeated again and again, over and over
The Maiden drops an unforgettable story
Eyes pick up a piece of the moon
sorrow no more.
Recalling Typhoon Nari
streets turned into rivers
Tonight is the mid-autumn moon of 2001
Delusions trespassing on a distant trail
A boundless expanse of clambering
Autumn sky with a cheerless moon
Does the Wanderer remember his mother’s kind reminder to put on some warm clothes
Recollections like shooting stars
Ever crossing the sea of dreams, when will there be realization?
Mottled and flecked are
the butterfly’s wings, the assembly of flowers
Distinct and translucent are
the cicada’s wings, the course of the white clouds
A stone raft carrying a mountain of green gems
Crossing 111 fragrant seas
There is a universal warrior of virtual reality
logging in to • a dream city cruise
Wondering who hollowed out the seeds of the flowers of awakening
Finally even that seed-flame
Is sealed into the dark matter of ignorance
River of the mind blown dry by the wind of the sense objects
Sea of consciousness already dry
Waiting wondering how long before
The spring of wisdom will once again flow into the sea of omniscience……
The Visitor finishes singing his own song
But somehow unwilling to listen to the voices of others
Clouds above displaying every manner of clever transformation
Sporting with the ten thousand blossoms down below in the lotus pond
The Old Woodcutter takes a deep breath holds it, and concentrates
And with the flick of a finger, tosses the moon out into the center of the sea
The old sacred trees take the opportunity
to click the shutter of the visual pathway
capturing—the captivating image of the full moon on the Autumnal Equinox.
With a mountain as his pillow and the earth as his bed
The Youth washes his feet in the sea
Wondrous contact he dreams of lightly knocking on a door
Entering
Sitting cross legged in a blazing fire amidst a towering waterfall
inconceivable turns out to be
The inner scripture of the sea of consciousness
spinning rapidly in his own feeling and intention
The Milky Way turns out a story
A water lily opened
Then never withered, never closed
The sky falls, but a nose stands tall; why be alarmed
A mountain topples, but there are toes standing on end; what to fear?
Sincerity a world like Swan Lake
The buoyancy of the water so balanced, so that
those feet fond of ballet never sink
Perfuming orchid petals spiraling then released
Two mountains toying with a cloud
How might the eyes understand?
A reclining boulder listens to the spring of the ten directions
How might the ears listen true-to-life?
Nose above, tongue below
Hemming and hawing
misty fog can’t drown the taste and aroma
Body outside, mind inside
A nice warm chest
Romantic atmosphere controlling a passionate willpower
Insipid desires directing a bewildered sense of touch
Sentient beings without purpose, all because of
the fear of loneliness
The Visitor drunk in a virtual city
The Traveler chasing a rainbow in a modulated village
Barren old courtyard thrives once more
In a story, a romantic autumn
again setting off the Wanderer’s homesickness
Cool weather dew gradually chills
Only the seeds of the ballnut tree play for real
never faking
Sprouting, fresh and tender quills
Quietly bursting the mind of the world—
Smiling, see me free and unfettered
Wait three spells of nine days
For the spirit of Frost Descends to bless me with peace a wellbeing
Who is it who removed all the red leaves from the courtyard
painting green the remaining dry branches
thinking that they might dance for a century?
The Little Girl places a dew collector on the window eave
hoping to attract the moonlight
The Visitor confusedly opens the front door of someone’s mansion
only to see a roomful of desolation
Mindfulness is a formula for guiding the subconscious mind
Just like high-flying white clouds entering the ocean-seal world
until dusk, only then dyed red …
Mutual memories barging into the window of past photos, lingering
Ardor scurrying up from a cold airstream
Fantasies traced to the rhythm of a future space
Window of dreams collides with the starry sky
Causes and conditions this life, future lives
Dharma realm dependently arisen clambering mistakenly arisen
Original nature already bereft of childlike innocence
Host and guest faring on thru the round of existence
Wheel of Dharma ever turning beings born of causes and conditions
Originally two companions on Spirit Mountain
Why since time immemorial have they never got along?
A white cloud saunters in the spacious mountains
Then, follows a numinous rain falling in the natural world
Bubbles on the sea suddenly
a westerly wind sees thru
Delusions forthwith becoming a pie in the sky
upon waking, lapel already spread with the evening sky
Picking up that letter sent by the sailing Youth thousands of li distant
I open it, and read it
to all the sentient beings in the world.
Romantic autumn sky
Clouds and mountains embracing, admiring a rainbow
On the distant horizon
A pair of white cranes saunter on the maglev of the sea
Declining sunlight of dusk stretching
that shadow of the Guishan water buffalo
craning its neck over an old wall,
Sluggish willow branches still on the side of the lake stylishly greeting the wind
the native place of old houses no longer exists
On the fourth day of the fourth month of the lunar calendar
In the morning the temperature was 27° and the relative humidity was 81 percent
On the Wind Pavilion, nine consecutive days of sun showers
Returning to 2001, late autumn, treading on purple-red hues.
Bright orb of the moon swaying in the westerly wind
A bird with a flower in its beak flies over the edge of the Milky Way
A thousand stalks of silvergrass adorning the shore
Morning mist chases the rising sun, fading and fleeing
Twilight glow and sunset together go to sleep
Piles of dust forming, fond of dyeing adventitious mental factors
Ignorance obsessed with that person of the past
Sound energetically leveraged into the eyes of gods and men
Repetitive thoughts … alternately romantic and compassionate
Who is it who blew over that ancient tree
Who is it who opened a road for invading that primeval forest
Behold, a troop of tiny ants on a tiny island
Established on a tiny piece of seaweed
floating in a small puddle
Sea of clouds on the horizon, fine dew, a brilliant ray of light
it’s not lightning calling out—
Turns out to be the prelude of the autumn moon dangling
A luminous white lotus on high
Still remembering last year, the depths of winter
Children gathered around a snowman on Hehuan Mountain
Cold day, fiery affection
Buoyant mood of children and adults in unison.
Cold autumn window of dreams glittering with a starry sky
A stunning feather floating in the dream environment
Instantly becomes a roc soaring in the void
A fantasy wandering for several years in the clouds
Tonight suddenly drifting down from above … turning into
two lips weaving a virtual universe
Fire, burning in the cuffs of the wind
Water, whistling along the hem of the earth
Blossoming flowers following the fog
roaming about in the misty mountains
lowering a color, raising a sail
Wings soaring in the sky
3,000 li in a single day
A frosty overcoat covers the mysterious treasures of spring
Darkness of night, the lonely Wanderer dejected
Lost to the fact that the mind of numinous insight has already directed his toes
onto the way leading home …
Inverted dream, dream inverted
true is not true, false is surely false
The flower in the mirror merges into the moon in the water
An extraordinary scene of reflection.
Rustic village windmill breathes with waterwheel
Off in the distance, like galloping thunder
A sport utility vehicle with wheels following the white clouds
The Traveler’s toes touch an earthy flavor
Perception not alone
A type of delusion philandering with the six senses
Leaving images in the mind, each repeating
folded into the self-storage audiovisual screen
Body language dancing out the password of the mind
Eyesight in love with lovely phenomena
Cheers from one day to the next,
Gnosis sealed off by the domain of delusion
Bright moon in the center of the sky
rolling up the whirling Milky Way in the fingerprints
retreating into the phantom city …
In an ancient lotus pond
A withered lotus brandishing a golden fishing pole
Hooking the boundless white reed catkins on the further shore
spread out in a silver corridor
It’s the backside of the mountain
It’s the image of the water
Bridge at dusk, pink clouds truly affectionate
Moon in the autumn sky
Half dark, half light combined into a wheel
The Shepherd Boy says to the big white ox:
Half of me is dreaming, half of me is traveling □□□□□□□

May 3–4, 2003
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(The Shepherd Boy uses an asymmetric dance step to invigorate the vitality of the world)
Book 72 Southwest Abundance of Happiness and Wisdom, Originating in Cold Dew, 2001
─ Rain Water positioned in Pisces at a celestial longitude of 15°

Good at running and jumping, embracing the moonlight in the
secret treasury of three points • hiding in the cave of the Dharma realm
Arteries of new foliage arrayed in the celestial sphere presided over by Mercury
It’s said that if a blade of grass is gnawed by a rabbit
then its sentient nature instantly transforms into that of a crab
Rain Water positioned in Pisces at a celestial longitude of 15°
Vain imaginings interweaving the broken net of delusion
Starting up the search engine of memory
In hot pursuit of a past comment from an old friend
prior to the causes and conditions of the three times
Mischievous, just to round off that dream
invited out of commiseration
yet remaining distant from that past idea of you, me, him
Lanterns shining bright on the river promenade
Who is it who planted the seeds of affection
Such as shallots in the overgrown
Store consciousness
Worldlings apt to use dust for cooking
In the ultra-sensitive level of consciousness
adding a mirror reflecting the changing colors of views and notions
Conscience sunk in the vexations of ignorance
Black bats take to the night to stealthily trace the canary
running into
An elephant carrying two children grinning.
Elsewhere there suddenly appears a star of wisdom
Like an arrow feather—
Rakishly
Plunging into the realm unaffected by the five aggregates, the seven forthcoming consciousnesses, and the cognitive faculties and their objects
Then penetrating that barren field of the eight aggregated seeds of perfumed transformation
born of silent chaos
suddenly
overturning that ancient mirror concealed by an old grandmother
Forthwith passing thru the sentient sky
Illuminated by the ubiquitous intersecting light of innumerable stars
The Public Art Boy sprinkles down species as numerous as the sands in the Ganges
together forming a galactic drama of kaleidoscopic variety
Torches continuously flashing in the night sky
Collar and cuffs selecting new clothes for each season
Gloom and boredom playing out a messy dance step
Exceedingly minute
fine hair carves out a landscape of 800 li
Bodhi seeds of every type planted in the sky of essential nature of the eighth dimension
In an e-dream
I sew a precious pearl into an e-lapel
Can the neighboring dream know whether today e is cold?
Heaven and earth use true love to create a myth
It’s said that on the summit of a mountain there is a paradise of white clouds
The lovely Maiden makes a full prostration and kneels in prayer
Ten fingers close together in prayer, then released
Over and over again …
each prayer … swirling upwards
The Youth of original awakening ascends a 13-storey pagoda
visualizing
Blue-tinted waves springing up all over the golden sea of omniscience
The red orb of the sun halts in its tracks
Focusing between the eyebrows of an eternal lover
If a moment is eternity
Then why does the afterglow of fire
gradually fade from the golden world?
An old friend waiting on the shore of the galaxy
All because he thinks of someone yearns for someone
misses someone remembers someone
Recollections sparsely dropping …
since time immemorial no way to wash them out
Silvergrass waving in amongst maple red, whirling in the westerly wind
On a frosty day of Cold Dew, the Old Woodcutter is at his strongest
Time follows falling leaves flying thru space, yet motionless
A red phoenix perched on an old Chinese parasol tree
an epiphany—
Realizing that the Dharma abides in the Dharma's position, dwelling forever in worldly marks
an ultimate truth that neither comes nor goes.
The bodhisattva mind oriented towards goodness
Originally a pure infinite light
passing beyond the magical net of dark matter
arriving at the Saha world exhorting
the clouds in the sky and the great earth planted with all manner of wisdom
depicting the true face of life for the benefit of suffering humanity!
A sacred bird with the adamantine eye of wisdom breaks out of its silver cage
pursuing a golden drum using its
Five sharp claws to shatter the glass window covering the sky
Dark red orb of the sun beaming in the firmament
Trees unmoving leaves lightly flutter
An old frog in an ancient well
jumps up and down, free and unfettered.
Who is it who trampled on the silence of the desolate mountains
raising a ruckus on an old suspension bridge made of vines?
How can the guests on the blue planet
So wantonly chop down sacred trees thousands of years old
All for the sake of an inverted dream less than a century old
Lush green bamboo turned into a gloomy yellow den
In former times the ingenuous Youth
Ready to plunge into the direct cause buddha-seed, innumerable and boundless
But nowadays
Led by that clamorous mouth into mountains of consternation
Eager for waves of virtual applause
endlessly toying with murky logic …
Nighttime forest
The solitary Old Woodcutter settles down under that canopy of green vines between heaven and earth
Beyond the sky
A blazing red flame illuminates the firmament
Inside the Hejing Pavilion, a crescent moon and glimmering starlight
Within the Cushu Pavilion, dew moistens the high eaves
A fragrant cloud chases a faint optical fiber soaring upwards
The imperishable bodhisattva mind
Employing the skillful means of the all-powerful net of fashion
quietly resting in the shade of the wish-fulfilling tree in heaven
This precious land of five gems, in existence for so many thousands of years
Waiting for you to reside for a century
yet you believe that you can possess it for thousands of lifetimes!
Explosion of sound—
Someone shooting verbal daggers
Another thrashing the mind
Fire in two pairs of eyes
Some with a somewhat superior pearl on the forehead
One vociferating from an advantageous position
Another applauding from a disadvantageous position
White clouds expel a meteor
Past events eager to wipe out emotional defilements
How unfortunate! That the heart-temple of the ancient buddhas merely attracts attention without making its power felt
The Youth’s former lover in a dream
How is it that she mistakenly married someone else
The Traveler’s feet come to a halt, but still rush around on four wheels
Bamboo pole stationary, flag sternly fluttering in the breeze
The Visitor sits alone in the extra passenger compartment of a train
Train of thought waiting for future dreams and
the exit from past events
Unconsciously, superimposed, dissolved
present sights flowing outside of the window … vaguely intersecting
See that street corner
a shoeshine boy presently plays with the Traveler’s toes.
Who is it who can instantly obliterate ether
as ethereal as a bubble floating on the sea
Only the power of initial enlightenment
Can enable someone to manifest truth and return to the source
Beyond impurities excellent waves surging
Light and shadow extending on the virtual network of the sea of consciousness deep, deep, deep
Vestiges of ancient writing emblazoned on the corridors of an old royal palace mottled, mottled, mottled
Overlapping … clustered
memory in disarray 321　576　444
Incomplete, disorder, chaos, trouble
Pictographic letters affixed to
the waves on the wavering sea of consciousness
True and false can’t measure the karmic strings of the savage world
Sky of boundless haze
like a bottomless trash can
Two sides of an old street, lined with old houses of pale yellow
Each house with a candle still burning countless dreams
The Shepherd Boy uses an asymmetric dance step to invigorate the vitality of the world
The arts and crafts of the natural world
Follow the favorable winds of wisdom blowing past the Heaven of Streaming Radiance
converging beneath that miraculous medicinal tree
Oriental musicians play subtle tones
Coiling around the rafters, whirling into the celestial ears of the assembled deities
Color and glare, vigorously performing in the open-air theater of the ten directions
Green, red, white, purple, and yellow … each color surpassing the next
That adamantine wisdom-eye of a five-clawed golden eagle
presently igniting a transparent flame—
The five tones of the pre-Tang pentatonic scale (gong, shang, jue, zhi, and yu), drums beaten and heard in the ten directions
An alternative sense of hearing, yet still fond of pursuing the sound of the hubbub.
Cave and den
Deep and dark
Inside azure blue fluorescent sparkle
An owl’s wings thump out a syncopated rhythm
Setting a squadron of jittery dragonflies on edge
Valley and ravine
Springs gurgling
Adamantly inviting the white clouds to accompany the moon
Along the peach-blossom shore bordered by glistening waves
Off in the distance two misty mountains under a starry sky
A waterfall rolls up its tongue and heads upwards
Thousand-bannered stream rushes down
Up above the bow of the moon
five fingers turn a wonderful peak
An unfamiliar finger commands a frozen magic password
A broad river controls the pulse of a sailing ship
Sheets of palm-leaf scriptures retreat into the formless realm
Flower pennants hide in heaven and earth
Within an affectionate gaze illuminated by the morning sun
sparkling playfully in a pair of eyes
Sailing ship of an old friend captures the northern moon
Dropping anchor in the center of the sea
The immeasurably distant south sea, tonight
Next to which river does my lover embrace the moon and fall asleep?
Who is it who has untied the buttons of trouble
Releasing a foehn, trembling all over
Someone tearfully wipes the old self out of the mirror
Embracing that image left behind by thoughts and emotion
Rainy season in the forest cool water
Broad river surging thru a deep valley
Thunder and lightning, bright sky out of sight
Stiff winds and pounding rains, quiet mind listens without hearing
A marvelous idea keen to soar on the crest of a wave
Only to run into turbulence, taking refuge in a cave on Spirit Mountain
Winds of the sense objects on ten sides entering the ear
If there is a response—
It becomes a magical ray of light coming from the mouth □□□□□□□

May 5–6, 2003 (Birth of Summer)
Hall of Fragrant Recitation next to the Wind Pavilion
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