Table of Contents
Book 40 Panoramic Digital Image of a World-sea ─ Entrusted to the gods, there are 53 types of people
Book 41 Contemplating, Contemplating, Contemplating, Seeing!
Book 42 The Ten Mysterious Gates Hidden in the Ninth Wisteria Space
Book 43 An Ancient Legend Written on Three Thousand Fragmentary Palm Leaves ─ Moonlight fairytale of an ancient forest, a childlike mushroom, and the Yogi
Book 44 Object-contingent Autumn Sun ─ Ancient blueprint of the galaxy in thirteen folios
Book 45 Non-abiding Basket Heart ─ Little bird ever singing in spring
Book 46 Powerful Winds Dyed Persimmon Red on the Ninth day of the Ninth Lunar Month
Book 47 4052 French Windows, Part I‧Val d’Anniviers Traveler in the val d’Anniviers
Book 48 4052 French Windows, Part II‧ Thunersee & Brienzersee Remembering Interlaken

Book 40 Panoramic Digital Image of a World-sea
─ Entrusted to the gods, there are 53 types of people

Leaf displays the scripture of the world-sea of the ten directions.

Old man planting trees, restoring
the original ecology of the rain forest
reconstituting the integrated circuit of the universe
thoroughly remodeling,
Sensitivity of sentient beings arrives at dusk
Inverted nature desire realm a dream
strong flower fragrance dispersed by a slight breeze
Not-really-existing phenomena illusory
all living beings disappear in the space of a finger snap
Moment, instantly blurry past vanishes a bubble
Self and other, this conflict between self and other giving rise to ignorance and karma
how many lifetimes before it comes to an end?
The future, uncertain and ever changing just an image
General, distinct, same, different, maturing, disintegrating
a six-stroke engine, never turning off.
Fast track memory of the dreamer
One hundred percent resolution of the painter
Dark night in a tunnel of the mirror palace ─
a beam of light pierces thru thousands of turning refractions
Comprehensive trimming a hole bright as day
but see an offshoot of a million branches, staggered flower fields
Clam pickers come in with the waves, punters go over the waves
Subtle individual karma tempered
in the crucible of non-density and antimatter
then becoming an extradimensional void,
Flood peak like a thunderbolt striking an extrasensory torrent
rivers and streams rushing forward, barging in on a thousand mountains
Desire makes its purchases
storeroom piled high with things and events
repeatedly encroaching upon other people's homes
Eye of a typhoon gazes on swirling cloud system of torrential rain spinning
vibrating sprinkler pump
Human self-awareness on the upsurge
with a dark giant shaking in a dream ......
Colorless, transparent liquid boiling hot
becoming an immeasurable element of black particles.
Black smoke chimney in a primeval cremation stupa
fashioned of gyrating rock from 25 million years ago
in an old cave, there is a recollection which turns the world
in a new nest appears the secret cause of reincarnation
On the subconscious level of the sea of dreams
there is a dynamic sense of taste which enters the native place
The gravitational attraction of home draws in those traversing the Saha world
mystery‧eternal‧inexplicably heading south
Comprehending the world, the Great Caravan Leader of Supreme Knowledge
same contact, different vision,
There is a black bamboo with innumerable nodes, a flute with innumerable holes
Subtle and deep, in a finger snap ─
nine hundred and sixty turns of the mind
Happy rhythm of spring intriguingly turns into autumn gloom
waving a pair of silvery wings soaring into the sky
listening to the slow melody of autumn composed by red leaves
▽ ultrasound waves directed to a fixed point delivered to the ears
big waves, empty hurst
There is an open mouth blowing grade-13 winds from nothingness, uprooting big trees
thunderstorm with angry gales
Monkey mind climbing everywhere, horse mind galloping in the ten directions
Searching for remnants is always for the sake of subduing the mind
by virtue of changing consciousness, form has no abiding
Late at night guests visiting from afar, why no lights turned on
Recounting the history of centuries, how can all the ancient stories be told in a single night?
One morning, a bee asks a butterfly:
"What’s it like when the buds have yet to open?"
The Maiden’s eyes gazing at the heavens
The bodhisattva mind piloting the ship of compassion on the Saha sea of wisdom
at times anchoring near shore, but never disembarking
Boy imbued with the mind of equanimity
capers through the brambles
Why then, does the caller not come in the door
only waiting for good weather for taking a joy ride
The Master of the Pavilion tells the Wanderer:
"In a valley below a peak, there is an ancient dry well
ever rolling up the waves and their sound, at times
the first and last quarters of the moon combine to form an invisible taiqi symbol
hiding the rotating round net of the landscape ... "
Originally the earth used six kinds of earthquakes
to set the wheel of time in perpetual motion
The Yogi’s feet tired, resting under the tree of the Traveler
surveying old memories, gradually entering into a distant dream
a mysterious symbol carved on the battlement an ancient stone wall
a riddle, still unsolved ...
On the way home ─
requiring dominant conditions as numerous as the sands in the Ganges
at all times and places relying on deep roots of virtue
building a firewall outside the forest of wisdom
in the garden of awakening raising up and maintaining original nature
letting the weeds of ignorance wither in the wilderness
so that the seeds of karma no longer spread.
Pure silence
the void is not the tutelary deity of childlike innocence
Monkey mind with a vaulting pole, vaults from that shore to this shore
Horse mind at the touch of the whip, leaps from this hill to that hill
A single thought torn into eighty-four thousand pieces, then precipitating
into the fertile field of consciousness
Legend has it that in a primeval rainforest there is a bird of paradise
fond of beguiling men with its bright plumage
Early autumn, embroidered with a lavender totem, the Youth’s sail boat
chases a westerly wind toward a frosty land
The Treasure Seeker opens new territory,
invites a dream to go sailing on the sea of illusion, fun in excess
making the wind of the sense objects raise waves in succession
There is an island suspended in space thoroughly conversant in the two poles of yin and yang
making the qi continuously circulate, like a thread ...
The erstwhile palace of the ancient kings is now a ruin passed into oblivion
The destructive master of the natural world, ever one step ahead of the creator
An old friend transports stones by raft
passing by 365 times‧secretly transmitted
Cocoons transform into lovely silk yarn
covering the wavering green of summer‧seal of the marks of objects
The Visitor puts up in a traditional pavilion, every night draping himself in the starry sky, waiting for the dawn
A troubled seventeen-year-old, daily waiting on
the road at dusk, reading that bitter and obscure love letter
Off to one side a mushroom monotonously watching the clouds forming into a geometric stupa
On that side a bored stone listens to the green net of a mountain stream
murmuring springs flowing in the ten directions ...
Under the silent moonlight, crisscrossed pathways between terraced rice paddies, the lovely fingerprints of the earth
Pure night sky, Polaris quietly
opens the thirteen doors of a stupa from three thousand years ago.
Wisteria house in a mysterious bramble,
Old wise physician holding a colorful flower smiles and says:
"Autumn is the most beautiful season."
Next to a high mountain lake, the Maiden’s eyes slowly shed
a white transparent tear
Puzzle: is it a tear of sadness or of love
true feeling or the force of a vow?
the evolution of the realm of desire, or the annihilation of the realm of form?
All sentient beings of the ten directions and three times as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
tonight a hangover;
tomorrow still haplessly drifting in the open sea.
Door of the one mind, closed with a thousand locks
Thoughts arising like freshly blooming flowers
occasionally meeting tacit understanding with the key ─
A ten-sided palace of mirrors in the Milky Way, holding a dew collector in accordance with the world-sea of the universe
From the ninth level becoming a secret approaching
dragonfly alights on the surface of a pool in the Heaven of Radiant Sound
butterfly dancing with a flower-strewing nymph
Countless stars without center or border
on a pleasure tour of pure space
all arranged in accordance with the order of heaven and earth
Suddenly, a clamorous crowd crosses a ford
From a dark green corner of the ancient ford
using an illusory seed-flame to light an eternal lamp
In an instant golden thunderbolts appear in the soaring Dharma realm
From the realm of the awe-inspiring sound outside of the kalpa, the resonating voice of the tympanic music king
instantly the sea of stars throws up waves becoming boundless worry
Encircling storm, fire of ignorance envelops the realm of desire
Six kinds of arrogant sense faculties draw in eight kinds of raging billows
Absorbing the realm of form with its countless defilements, cognitive and emotive.
Sunrise footsteps pass by the window
Moon accompanies dreams emerging from the ears
The Youth’s skiff still moored at Danshui’s sunset jetty
Entrusted to the gods, there are 53 types of people ─
Sense objects impede the way of light
Beautiful pistil palace extends a soft cirrus
Newborn butterflies spread their virgin wings towards
the pulse of a powerful slipstream
Attachments to the soul, ten billion in all
All because the pure sounds I hear are obstructed by dust
Non-duality left behind then
tumbling into Mara’s vortex of illusion
purple and yellow, autumn sky enticing the numinous pivot ...
Garuda and roc each drop a stunning feather from inside a cloud system
Silent and bright power of the mind assists
in silently crossing over a boundless pressure ring of black holes
Who is it who can forge an immaculate vajra body
applied in innumerable worlds without being harmed
able to restore the heart's purity 100%?
Westerly wind shakes branches, foliage sweeps away all the fine dust
Autumn rains feed rivers, sending down plankton with trace elements
Shells three thousand years old transform into sails
sailing towards the blue sky to carry out a vow
Inside a nebulous cluster on the margin of the Milky Way, a magical waterfall curtain
illuminating the ancient temple of primeval chaos
manifesting the progeny of the Tathagata tapping out a spring beat
There is a dreamer, always resident here
Making a panoramic digital image of a world-sea ...

Day before White Dew (September 7); White Dew (September 8); September 9, 2002
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Book 41 Contemplating, Contemplating, Contemplating, Seeing!

Sense objects / mind migrates to a pure white heaven
Flowing streams transport the bow of the crescent moon
yet it remains unmoved
Wisdom / low pressure system lingers above
sky no longer clear
After Birth of Autumn, a burst of cold wind
Mountain mist increasingly humid, fog rises above valley and peak throughout the year
Sturdy summits, turbid water
breeding green jade
Practice / southeasterly winds blowing in spring and summer
today in autumn changing course, everything ripe
Demons of desire, flourish in the wake of a bumper crop
At midnight Polaris flashes in the middle of the sky
the pollution index of the mind
Position / in a dark valley of the sea of stars there is a depository
storing records of the mysterious journeys of all the stars
of the ten directions and three times, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
With well-honed skill, the magician of the universe
transforms dark into light, night into day
Dharma / End of Heat afternoon thunderstorm as fast as lightning
releases a brutal message
how can a single basin hold a thousand-li cloud system instantly
black sky pours down 3,000 millimeters of rain
streets and lamps with colored stripes submerged
downstream a flood peak kicks up big waves
add on the high tide of the new moon, rising seawall
heavy showers for nights in a row, grade-7 winds in a radius of 300 km
beautiful city turns into the capital of water ─
Above, the sea of clouds still tumbling
Mist and fog everywhere
every stream and river swells
only praying that all the gullies and channels will drain into the sea
Lighthouse at Eluanbi stands firm, alone holding up the sky
allowing that shifting energy
to sing a magic melody of the age of primordial chaos.
Response‧one day the Wanderer dreams
of sleeplessly tossing and turning under the night sky
lightly touching with fingertips several small nebulas of the Milky Way
Understanding‧that the lake of today
is the remnant of a ridge carved up long ago
Supernormal power‧sea breeze blowing in from the distant unknown
Butterfly wings of the night swagger in the clouded sky
Canary ensconced in the moon, hiding itself
Lament of the autumn cicada, each buzz enumerating the vitality of all life
Silver Fox in deep snow, erasing its footprints without a trace
The Drunken Guest turning in a fitful sleep on the edge of an overhanging precipice
What looks to be a dazzling white cloud rolls in the clear sky
Fresh lotus of midsummer now withered
Password for identifying genes changing in accordance with the motley dust of the four seasons
A ray of morning light discloses the secrets of last night’s forest
An Autumn sound evoking the story of the Hejing Pavilion
Inside the westerly wind, the Master of the Wanhong Pavilion tells the legend of the Cushu Pavilion
The Yogi-photographer instantly photographs
snow-white goose feathers, and blood-red maples.
Dharma talk‧noisy phenomena draw in silent space
Inside a circular box arena
The Master Craftsman casts the invisible jeweled vajra sword
Floating in from afar, several dark clouds disrupt tonight’s perched sunset
Coming home late, a little bird avails the twilight to search for seeds on the lawn
making good on a promise made in a past life to the chief deity of the forest
Daily the sun rises from that side of the sea and climbs the summit
daily rebroadcasting the colors of the universe
Every day the Youth rises from the pillow, clamoring up to the summit of a dream
every night returning to the domain of delusion, portraying
nothing but the first round of the dream
Dependents‧new tender green shoots inspired to suss out the Tree King's intentions
Master of the world of sentient beings, flames shooting from the mouth
ultimately burning himself
lonely mood ─ always dependent on another
discriminating, carelessness
falling into the sticky net woven of the world
In the thick forest of the five aggregates, mind of desire
stirs the phantom city into a muddy turbidity
in a tone of self-ridicule, saying:
"Romantically hunting at night in the rainy autumn forest."
The Visitor passing by the blue sky, surging cloud-waves
folding and unfolding
The Visitor passing by the sandy coast, great sea shatters rocks and shakes the heavens
each wave striking his soles
The Visitor passing by a river, water flowing vigorously
leaping carp pose a riddle
Contemplating, contemplating, contemplating, seeing!
Benefit‧rattan chair cloth dyeing
Thirsty, pour some tea!
purple ceramic teapot authentic taste with original dance
Mountain temple with fifty-three steps, hundreds of billions of raindrops jumping
In the trees all the cicadas abide by a vow of silence
How is it that the Visitor recklessly steps on all the bubbles making
every thought, idea, intention, and memory, eager to leave
Focal length belated ─ losing the face of reality
Fast-paced sensitization ─ a present virtual dream making good on a future promise
The Stranger gazes on the teary Pacific
lighthouse appearing on the dark surface of the water
Seeking the sound‧symphony of light and lightning
eagle, greedy beak flowing with saliva
Echo‧water lily asleep in a dream
fish, pitying the solitary little egret fallen from its nest
Long grass white-bearded flower
Region of image and sound, gloomy countenance
Brilliant wings of a turaco block out the sun
callously sweeping aside the kind-hearted Eurasian reed warbler
Right from birth, old trees know all about reincarnation
Today, in the mountains felt a 5.5 earthquake
a gust of wind swept away one thousand leaves
A drop of dew, about to be born tonight.
Resident‧in a dream on the rolling sea of consciousness
Next day the shore of the mind casts out a good many seeds of delusion
heart saddened by the sight of sky-filling red leaves
now fallen and scattered about on the sidewalk
Dusk genial evening sunlight gradually shifting west
Fisherman's wharf, old fisherman gives a pot of water to a thirsty old sailor
silver moon wakes the tide by gently singing a lullaby
accompanying all the mothers in the world
Who is it who uses craving, views, and ignorance to fleece others’ minds
Mountain cabin with a skylight illuminated by moonlight every night
distant old house with lamps burning all night waiting for someone to return
Quiescence‧a pair of eyes in an illusory net cast by a beautiful scene
Two ears fond of sound yet
unable to catch the thundering sound beyond the sky
Autumn sky distant clouds become snow fields and icebergs
Cloud waterfall approaching water margin becomes the flowing milk spring of the Baihua Stream
Mountain fog vast, remote measurement, focus easily distorted
Buds suddenly burst open like fireworks
Lonesome loud sounds ignited by vision frightening the ear faculty
A few leaves flutter down, ever so slowly
only to collide head on with someone’s inspiration ...
Youth‧White Dew
Copse completely hung with crystal beads last night
song of the nightingale filled the entire mountain forest
Trial of ups and downs, enhancing
childhood immunity
Fierce sun in the autumn sky can’t evaporate the Little Girl's tears
The Ranger with pot as a shield and shovel as spear
sound of pestle pounding rice, accompanied by the joyous sound of underground roots
Boundary of sea and sky, setting sun pulls out a golden flame
instantly shifting red turns to purple ... fading and disappearing
Eternal‧northwest typhoon sweeps south, cloud system spinning like a top
Boats, launching into torrential rivers
lightning illuminates
the rain god riding a spirit deer
careening through a bank of clouds
Ancient plank road, an explorer follows the sound of a thunderbolt
lights a momentary flame illuminating
a mysterious and dignified world of ten billion years ago
suddenly the clambering mind runs aground in a dream
turning around in place ─ heading back towards the original native place
Bird returning at night flies towards the sunset, following the course of non-abiding
Boy learns to play his role, but knowing not the drama of his innermost self
Why do whatever one likes?

Pellucid·pond in a glen deep deep deep
clouds and rain all over Spirit Mountain
Air current flows from south to north-northwest, for a typhoon is about to invade
Standing on Biefeng, gazing upon a flight
palms together in front of chest to offer a pious blessing
praying for the safety of everyone on board
See those grade-7 waves transporting the irreversible sailing ship back to port a thousand li in a single day
sky wondering who packed away the new moon
Unimpeded‧in a dream unwittingly straying into another space-time dimension
Great Caravan Leader of Supreme Knowledge along the way
people offer everything he requires
Autumnal Equinox, the Traveler like a migratory bird
Passes the winter in the south
tide rises and recedes, sun drops behind the hill and rises up again
The Yogi grasps the yin and yang tucked inside his sleeves
taiji lodged between the eyebrows
two feet imprinted in mud contaminated by cosmic soil
Single thought of the master of the world of enlightenment
revolves in a six-dimensional space.
Fixed · waves and billows push ahead and gather behind
Who is it who makes distinctions between past shadow phenomena
Dreamers use loving kindness to interact with the pitiful masses
trapped in the wardrobe of illusion
using affection to draw in the spirit of all things
spread out on the veranda of the senses,
Outside the window a silent train
quietly passes an alpine lake
Great sun blazing in the sky, afternoon
continues to send out heat waves ...
Sunset, night spreads its dark wings, obscuring the glowing horizon
The Stranger inanely gazes at the westerly wind turning
the maple’s purple leaves a darker shade of cinnabar.

September 10–12, 2002
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Book 42 The Ten Mysterious Gates Hidden in the Ninth Wisteria Space

Contacting, I smell ─
Pure white concept, like moonlight
gently blowing willow branches
Train of thought heading towards spiritual luminosity
like a red sun lighting up the pink clouds in the sky
setting in motion the boundless vitality of all things
Everlasting eternal memory
originating from a mysterious element released by
heaven and earth
day and night ......
Autumn, farmers set fire to rice stalks
Mixing ash into a paste, augmenting soil fertility
Dusk evening red about to drop
simultaneously applying a golden lace border to the hem of the mountains
Dense forest, the nursery of the birds and beasts
Caves, the breast-feeding rooms of the bats
Meteor, a solitary traveler wandering in from the realm of the awe-inspiring sound outside the kalpa
A leaf heedlessly chasing the wind
easily becomes a runaway child!
Child asks adult:
"Where is my cartoon?"
The Little Girl measures her size, cuts cloth, looks in the mirror, sighs, and says:
"Loneliness is what I fear the most!"
The Maiden of pure and noble character sketches the landscape
suddenly a white horse runs out of the reed catkins
Autumn, accommodations already hung in the forest
Cicada, eating wind and drinking dew, the spirited sound of a new Chan song
the familiar sound of “Thus have I heard.”
Darkness falls, pure ear faculty ready for rest
Fast as lightning, eyes suddenly seize an attractive sight
instant ignorance, all because of the wanton nature of the seeking mind
Gnosis lifts that protective dome into the blue sky
A seven-stage breakwater wall
for holding back delusions from the sixth dimension,
A kind of magnetic force
opens the inconceivable ten mysterious gates,
Fond of wisdom, the Youth spends lots of time in an old library looking for inspiration
Walking from the city of past kings to the new temples of the present
the Shepherd boy rides the ox of forgetfulness on a joy ride
Egrets arrayed welcome a golden drum inside reed catkins shrouded in a thick mist
In the mountains an old lady knitting sweaters throughout autumn
Planting flowers, wishing to store up dreams, the Host has already slept three thousand years
Sunflowers like a golden sun, stamen inside bud
the lamp-flame of the black seed capsule,
Waves of black light glimmering on batik piano keys
a pair of inverted hooks—eagle claws—appear
frightening that numinous deer!
See that itinerant monk traversing the white clouds
flowers arranged in flowing water
the Youth leisurely sporting in the clear blue stream ...
Memory and thought interweaving;
Rabbit running on ridge-path between the fields, old cow fast asleep next to an old pine
A boy asks: "How is it that today the sea beyond the mountain is closer?"
A woodman says: "The clear sky has shrunk the mountains in the sea."
The Maiden waits for a rainbow to appear in the sky following the rain
Ornate new bridge, happy to be draped with beautiful butterflies
Off to the side, an old bridge sighs ... already
covered with a strange new green
Autumn waters of a thousand rivers carry off red leaves
On the edge of the Milky Way an ancient moon turns a somersault and traverses a wonderful peak
Jade sea constellation stimulates the central nervous system of the god of numbers
Since time immemorial, countless performances have been performed in the theater of the starry sky
fragmentary ... dropping
1000000000000000 anxious bubbles carried by the flow, swallowed
by a tranquil smile.

Geometric image of an urchin’s brain, like
an amoeba disturbing the autonomic nervous system
Child afraid of the dark  surrounded by blackness, trembling body
sympathetically interacting with bats in the night sky
Crescent moon in the autumn sky, lightning strikes upwards
blue jets and red sprites take turns performing a line dance
the Big Dipper pulls a bow for the grand finale
Daylight desiring dew, form and emptiness tie a knot in the liminal world fireflies and butterflies shackled by time
In boundless cosmic space there is an invisible door for transferring merit its
the master of the sentient world‧the open gate of dreams
Spider web and hornet nest rolled up
how can this motley collection of scattered sheets be bound into a book
Everywhere the legend is heard, as soon as Bodhidharma’s eyelids landed on the ground
they turned into tea trees covering a thousand mountains
Who is it who in the subconscious
makes a rubbing of a childhood story ─
In a dream ancient sailing ship flies in from beyond the sky
Host forgot to buy fresh flowers for the banquet
wondering what sort of smile the guests will be wearing tonight
That day, a bird came flying over with a flower in its beak
an upturned nose fond of being dyed by the five turbidities
White sails imprinted with a vermillion sunset
after a day, heaven and earth change the scene
Old house with a deep well holding a crane, it soars into the sky
every night the Youth has the first round of a dream
It’s said that there is a primordial mysterious cosmic river about to burst its banks
This story of celestial phenomena, it’s neither real nor unreal
Perseid meteor shower changes form in mid flight
Convection clouds in a clear sky
timpani of thunder lays down the beat for the song of the rain
Sunlight inspired by an old tree, riding a rainbow to report for duty
Magnanimously a hemp sack collects the moonlight
traversing the ten directions, singing a colorful song
Vulnerable people forsaking self-confidence
Party of merriment, a pair of rolling eyes flash a brilliant ray of love
Westerly wind stepping a graceful dance, plucking off the red leaves
A play, transcending logic
actor displaying sadness and joy on both sides of his face
In the boundlessly vast universe there is a kind of dominant condition calling out ─
Sun daily sets out from the dark night, racing ahead of the seafarers about to lift anchor.
Romantic person, always forgetting to say hello to time
Rushed person, can’t see the mushrooms growing
Gears of time revolving in the micro-dense wheel of time
A white fox running across the snow-covered ground
Crescent sea, circular sky
the secret treasury of three points turns into a marvelous peak
flank of an ice field permanently storing a new type of native species
In a dream a cherub leads those suffering from a hangover to
a river basin in the Milky Way
amidst lofty crags and peaks a fragrant stove in an old house
tells the full story of all the great mountains in the universe;
In the domain of the true self,
Vicissitudes of time, nothing but an old friend eating
a plate of scrambled stinky tofu.
Who is it who can use a formula to figure out the miraculous secret code
Opening the ten mysterious gates hidden within the ninth space overgrown with wisteria
See that newborn baby in his mother's solicitous arms
hush, hush hush, don’t say a word
See that swirling helix cloud with a hole wherein
all time flows backwards like an eternal hourglass
Buzz ... buzz, buzz ......
Mother recalls son, gently clapping into space
Rumble ─ rumble, rumble ─
Sound carried on the wind, permeating
Autumnal Equinox evening red.
Drifting to the ends of the earth, the Wanderer’s heart finds no rest
suspended in the boundless fog
Old house with a new neighbor
said to be from the other side of civilization
An old trick with a new meaning
Subtle mysterious cause always in accord with arising ─ remaining ─ decaying ─ ceasing
samsara, the inconceivable relentless power of causes and conditions
Who remembers that winter
When the great inspiration of sentient beings scurried about in the amorous expressions of passionate speech
Banquet bamboo hat lampshade‧ loose brown robes
thousands of shoulders lifting a million-quintal bamboo basket
Gods, omnipotent
listening to the oscillating melody of transparent cicada wings
Spirit, everywhere
giant scroll of heaven and earth follows the golden westerly wind
dancing out an endless bright image, screen upon screen
There is a silver channel leading to the great void
on a tranquil moonlit night
ten million votary lamps drifting
Storyteller under the stars holds up a blazing flame
Tonight, recounting the ancient past right thru to the distant future
until the clouds over the horizon glow a splendid red ......
Looking up the morning has already let the cat out of the bag
Peak with trees arranged in seven rows, from a distant
summit stretching out as far as the eye can see
Daybreak, waiting at the back of a peach grove, observing the true appearance of reality
yesterday’s yesterday ─ mind of the past
kicking up waves at the center of the sea of consciousness, pushing memory further away
Tomorrow’s tomorrow ─ mind of the future
in a dream trying to negotiate the interface of awakening and delusion‧signing into
a real trip in a virtual three-dimensional space
today's today ─ mind of the present
Nimbly manipulating a symbol to weave a net,
unlocking a password to restore one gene.
Old farmer likes to practice his art in an open-air theater
Adults fond of wallowing about inside a framed stage
Out in the mountains an ancient tree picks up a kite
listening attentively to the heavy footsteps of the Visitor passing by
See that pair of eyes staring blankly into space
walking and singing until the melody repeats
Endlessly repeating combination of the lock of the universe, hidden in
the boundless void of billions upon billions of breaths.
Old tree rings stained and wrinkled, the supreme wisdom of the Avatamsaka realm
Desolate wilderness ever appearing in the deep thicket of ignorance
Mountains prefer to surround the sea
That bright moon in the sky, nightly transported by an irreversible sailing ship
Huge dark eagle hunting
in the dark forest without success, turning out a wolf’s growl
The Little Girl dreams of a pair of innocent eyes praying to be free of fear
Mood of a million anxieties, chasing the lonely Traveler
Greatly inspiring ideas of sentient beings, nocturnal
fond of dancing in the moonlight ─
suddenly space containing a scroll
The seafarers use a hundred thousand dreams to keep watch on the golden sunset
The tired Visitor, fast asleep under a peaceful old tree
Chaotic space of delusions
realm of overlapping images flowing back three thousand years
Autumn reverse northwest wind
passionately swirling red leaves roam in the sky
Who is it who stimulates the optic nerve tips of the
Southern Painter? □□□□□□□

September 13–15, 2002
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Book 43 An Ancient Legend Written on Three Thousand Fragmentary Palm Leaves
─ Moonlight fairytale of an ancient forest, a childlike mushroom, and the Yogi

Dazzling autumn sky white and black clouds engaging in a dogfight
It’s said that last night, September 21, 2002, at 9:59 p.m. the moon was at its roundest
Red leaves rolled into ladles scoop up the rain water
waiting in vain for the cachet of that heavenly wheel
Beloved islanders vow
to let the pure moonlight illuminate the childlike mind
A tender shoot emits a voiceless sound, diamond-like radiance glistening
in a tear of eternal remembrance
Jiji Railway Station, the pitiful Traveler
Because of a long night three years past, waits until one forty-seven in the morning
uprooted people, can’t forget
that tempered sword buried in a pile of rubble
The Visitor riding an abstract horse charges out
mud mixing with sweat and blood, then dust seals off the essence of thought and perception.
Next to the Wind Pavilion, three trees form new seeds
Geometric flying butterflies and bees too numerous to count
Fond of greeting on an invisible level crossing
The Master of the Pavilion asks: "That young girl over there, tonight who does she miss the most?"
A large aquiline nose inhales vain imaginings drifting on the sea of delusion
A single point on the tip of the tongue releases entangled clamberings within a virtual world
The cave of magic-like delusion, originally an inconstant
In the dreams of insomniacs there are countless sheep
Raging white on all sides swallows
the blood-red flowers, the desolate green grass ...
Peach grove, bamboo shadows chase meteors
vying to rush into the old house to tell a story
Forty-two mysterious letters interlacing and fusing
to form a bejeweled butterfly in a celestial city in the world of sentient beings
Heavily scented season, two overly sensitive nostrils
unable to hold onto the zealous dance of flaming summer
Autumn rain orders dejection and sorrow
to be forcibly implanted in someone’s lonely heart.
For hundreds of billions of light years, the Autumnal Equinox has been the day when
the golden drum burns off all the clouds in the sky
Who is it who is still tilling in the rain? A tree or a blade of grass
The Vagrant runs aground in the sea of dreams stirring up
Frightful waves, spewing out wild ideas
planting turbid seedlings of passion
not to be woken up even by the thundering sound of the celestial drum ...
Sky beyond the sky, torrential rainfall in hot pursuit of the thunderbolts
A blue-frost bejeweled sword enters thru that window in the old wall
Yet unable to cut off the thousand defilements of the overnight guest
Early morning a sapphire blue butterfly chases after serene cloud-banners
passing over clustered green peaks
occluding the sun‧trees in array
blocking the sunlight‧flowers in harmony
Alpine region, someone gathering medicinal herbs
searching for the ingredients for a secret elixir, falling to the bottom of a gorge
Where an old fisherman
heads downstream in his boat, peddling a refreshing breeze
Golden sailing ship on the horizon fond of catching seven-colored rainbows
Promontory with autumn scenery dyed cinnabar red by the maples
First rays of light, eyes filled with white dew sporting on the grass
Hunter’s senses fixed on capturing sights and sounds inrush
patrolling for old ideas, hovering in
amidst the incessant arising and ceasing of sight and sound ...
What sort of ignorance is it, that makes time
flow away bit by bit, never to return?
Last night mysterious dance of the nymph
imprinted on the beach of the eastern sea
speed bumps curbing the momentum of thousand-foot waves
In a glen, a blue-stamen flame
accidentally sets off a pyrotechnic display filling the sky
The Traveler says goodbye to a village landscape, again for him a change of scenery
a cloud lost in the city of dreams ...
Old farm in the native place, still pasturing cattle and plowing fields
In tune out of tune
a sowing song handed down by countless generations
Old urn uncovered, home of the mosquitos and gnats
millions of echoes snorkeling in a bottle
Urchin fond of sliding on the edge of a cliff
Old woodcutter likes to linger on the shore and throw a rope to anyone who falls in the water
Birth of Autumn egret pulls out the first flowering silvergrass
welcoming White Dew ─
Westerly wind sentimentally attached to the red leaves; together they compose the sound of autumn
Four seasons following nature’s order of logic
Middle of the sea, white-stripe axis of a wave shifting outwards with the surge
Solitary branches floating in the rolling waters
Dangling stars hanging in the distant Milky Way
Shoal with living fossils, a pair of roving horseshoe crabs
A pair of eyes browses past memories, vivid
memory patrolling the old
arriving at the primitive chaos of remote antiquity ─
All people of the ten directions and three times
have the same virtual dream within a dream
completely at a loss as to how to return.
Who is it who divided the year into 365 days
Day and night, only with a boundless stock of merit is it possible to continue.
The Youth pilots a flying boat in a dream, out of the steamer and into the net
Angry winds and fierce rains, mountain roads, rough going
How could the Traveler not be worried?
Valley of the ancient wind, with the old palace of the wind
discovering a new dance score in an ancient library
unrolling the scroll, the Maiden is thrown for a loop
every gesture and expression
unobstructedly passing thru the six dimension of the universe
Moonlight transmission peak
waterfall turning into strings of pearls
One hundred billion gears direct each and every person
The Master of the Pavilion eager to see to it that the Visitor has a good night’s rest quietly
puts away the ancient clock ......
Tinkling chimes struck by the wind
Pine branches caressed by the performance of the autumn rain
mantle of night slowly draws the sky close
bats leading the final performance of dusk
Explorer, camped tonight next to a steep precipice
without knowing why
The Shepherd Boy rides his ox cart across a river, gets stuck in deep water
Someone exhales a mist covering half the country
Why so fond of bragging about his miraculous powers all day long?

Turbulence appears in the clear blue firmament
birds take shelter in the depths of the sky
Condor in mid-flight, eyes closed in repose
Young whale rides the wind and waves, rapidly turns
passing thru the spraying vortex
chasing the legend of the sunset
The Milky Way drifts in accordance with the laws of the universe
Who is it who can hold up and reverse space-time, making a U-turn
towards the opposite shore of awakening
Butterfly’s gorgeously attired in the graceful color spectrum of heaven and earth
Lovely scenery stages a heist
what’s seen and heard runs amok in the visual faculty
step back, oh Traveler ─
Reverse noise dressed in a dance costume of transfiguration coming from
the trampling of fragmentary folios of space-time backstage at an old opera house
The old ears build a wall of silence
a clear sky rises on the eye ground
Native species in a pristine rainforest, because
lightning hooks thunderbolt, fire revived;
Softly falling flowers, gently
rippling, sporting with the little creek
Cloud-circled mountain, prominent peak
flying birds ─ pull forth a clear sky
The Painter’s eyebrows, turned towards a scroll painting on display in the ninth heaven
all kinds of dancing appears on earth ...
Bamboo rattling in the wind
Vermilion glow spewed out in the ten directions
Ripe red persimmon already cover the mountain
Pomelos all harvested
The secret of the spirit, resides
in the mutual transformation between seed and fruit
A vow the magical story of dream and myth
The attainment of supernatural powers
is no guarantee of hiding in the liminal world.

Under the moonlight, coral blooms lilies
fruit bats flying along an ancient mud wall weave a black bamboo fence
beach of golden sand joins the tide to form a sound enclosure
First ripe cranberries and blueberries
Butterfly disguised as flowers and leaves flying therein
Exuberant sounds of autumn reverberate in an ancient forest like a fairytale
Fungus everywhere blown by the wind releasing spores into
sensory ability, spreading bright, uncovered
Substantiality moves between two points
minding and not minding subsist in one’s point of view
The Yogi, although calm and composed, can’t subdue
that mysterious radian of emotional upsurge
Where to dwell?
new water gushes out from an ancient well
An ancient legend written on three thousand fragmentary palm leaves
Tongue sauntering between the lips
it’s said that going inwards and upwards brings tranquility
You, me, and him, each vying for self-view in a dream space
A waterfall with nine streams flows into the valley below the peaks
Light breeze strokes the swirling center of the core axis
Pure heart of childhood, shifting position
Deep and vast the serene sea
raft drifting in search of tranquility
Huge icebound mountain of the universe, a pair of smooth snow-white arms
stretching north and south ─
Flood peak following the countercurrent of a tsunami
... palace of the ancient kings gradually submerged
below choppy waves and rolling spindrift
Wonderful peaks of primordial snowfields, kalavinka birds singing
In the center of the sky rosy clouds form into a bright multicolored dragon flag
fluttering in the air.
Autumnal equinox, dew already slightly cold
blocks of color turned dark red by dark green
Drifting passenger ship finally docks
only the dreamers are still seasick
Pristine rainforest lays down a heavenly stream in the original glen
This is the mysterious virgin land to which all the Formosan landlocked salmon always return
End point of the galaxy bursts into a beginningless nebula
Countless meteor showers
pour down from a primordial cosmic black hole ...
wherein is born a supernova containing infinite light
Set up a mediating dream, exchange it for a bargaining chip for reconstructing another frame of mind
You, me, him, a secret treasury of three points with an engine that never breaks down
all because of the spiritual danger of becoming ensnared in the all-encompassing net of Mara
See that north sea channel in the autumn dusk ─
Innumerable forms on the sea of flowers
covering the pure-white void‧Avatamsaka realm.

Autumnal Equinox (September 22), 2002

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Book 44 Object-contingent Autumn Sun
─ Ancient blueprint of the galaxy in thirteen folios

This morning, the Autumnal Equinox
Early in the morning I ask my five-year-old-niece to draw a sun and give it to the sky
Yesterday, a hibiscus blossomed
a hibiscus flower wilted
nine hibiscuses in bud, misty dusk
The day before yesterday, an old drunkard still chasing the moon

Cool Mid-Autumn Festival, billions of people acting in unison
Spiritual guidance refrains from imposing limits on the composition
Free application of color is fearless innate wisdom
Tomorrow ask mom for a virtual lunch
it needs to have a fantasy element
Day after tomorrow ask the star-studded sky to adorn a tuxedo in the Milky Way
when the moonlight comes shooting down, a secret totem will manifest
First painting the sun and a little girl with a lovely countenance.
Second painting a wealthy mouse in love with an old chef.
Third painting only the number nine
undoing the innumerable constraints on the universe.
Shattered glacier, an incarnation of the earth-fire god
One full of compassion should not forget the mask of youth.
The Little Girl holds up a cloud-bowl as a dew collector, sprinkles
drops of water all over the ground
Green leaves, squatting green mantis
Yellow flowers arrest a hornet
Bowing withered lotus, seeing a lonely duck
sending out the red glow of sunset while swimming in the water-borne sky
There is a memory, flickering in a dream ...
Magnolia in an old village, leaves folded into a container
add three flowers and sell for ten yuan
Jade-like seashore, Polaris flashes and disappears
Hunter gifts his most precious findings to his prey
A black bat covers its tracks in a pitch-black valley
a phantom, seeping out from a gap in the light
antimatter‧covering all things‧without a trace
By his might
A thousand hands vow to relieve the suffering of all sentient beings‧fearlessly
Guiding them
A thousand eyes observing the deluded machinations of sentient beings, keeping them bound to the wheel of transmigration‧yet undeterred.
An ancient astronomical observation instrument arrives ─
Chief god of rain spreads out in the rain forest a candlelight dinner replete with thunder and lightning
A common duffer flies in from afar and says to the Little Girl:
"Every day the same flight; I’m tired and fed up with it. Sometime I really want to run away and leave it all behind ......"
Boy building sand castles, grew up and lost the blueprint
Last night the sky turned grumpy, autumn rain calling in the cold ...
This morning the sea turns over, waves thirty feet high
desire surging like flood waters ...
A bamboo basket, filled with the drawn out sound of a thousand cicadas
A wicker basket, housing the gear of time scratching out a grating tone
A coir raincoat, covering that secret chamber within a secret chamber
There is a door that has never been opened, simply because the Buddha in the Buddha hall is on the blink
A wide-brimmed rain hat, covering a vast rootless island drifting in space
all day floating beneath the lonely silent moonlight
A rattan cane, passing through an imaginary tunnel
a boy promises to poke his head out from under the warm blanket
A steamer, sealing up the Cold Dew of late autumn
Returning at night, the Traveler searches about under the glaring streetlight
appetite signals chimney to send out the smell of fragrant rice
Dream of opening a door behind a door
someone waiting for the last ray of daylight
Enlightenment index window beyond the window
an unfamiliar guest
looking around the crowd, but not finding familiar friends.
Sound of chime rising from an ancient temple
multiplying and enlarging the bodhisattva’s vows
White clouds leisurely flying in the heavens
Sentient beings’ mind of profundity breaks into a smile, retreats into a secret
An urchin’s rebellious urge gushes from the chest
spreading a vast net, obstructing
the playground of the fish
On a dark night the sound of the waves surrounds the ear faculty
the Wanderer watches a cloud system rolling beyond the mountains,
Tomorrow ─ afraid it may again be all-out rain
deliberation sends the insomniac reeling into a dream
Dark clouds rise up on the edge of the firmament, instantly hiding the large bright mirror
fervid sun drops into an empty space below the sky
Inside the sun that bright mind bewildered by multiple layers of dense fog
hallucinations, wallowing in virtual reality
The entire Earth one great mass of silent sound ─
eyes don’t open, ears hear not
sealed senses wandering on the outermost periphery
Background contours thus blurred
Illusory sights and sounds intersect and clamber
Restless seeds bounce about chaotically
those slender fingers gracefully rolling over the ruanxian
The subconscious opens Mara’s net, chased everywhere by a nightmare
it’s a small circle, medium circle, big circle
it’s the origin of a dream of three thousand great circles ...
limitless bubbles and shadows, hidden in
The subtle gene of instantaneous realization of the ultimate meaning.
An enigma still in that hibiscus tree atop a wonderful peak
Footprints a spotless silver fox running over the snow swept ground
Vestiges searching amongst the mysterious musical notes scattered amongst the dust of the world
Mists and ripples in a lake, a hyper-realistic painting automatically changing channels
Autumnal Equinox, cicadas use the final tension
to balance night and day
One time the gatekeepers of the Heaven of Radiant Sound
released the dawn
The Wanderer gazes upon the sun in the autumn sky, riding a flowing cage
sliding from this mountain over to that mountain
southeast and northwest join to form a diagonal
Light meter between the eyebrows focal point of a moving image
Visually scanning all things in the world
Swirls of ten fingers gather up heaven and earth
extend, send out a refreshing breeze
City and village · you frame me, I frame him, he frames you,
Frame, frame, frame □□□□□□□
Endless arising and ceasing
Turbulent sea, billowing waves
fatiguing defilements, ten million and growing
Silent water-mirror, ocean-seal extending ripples
glistening threads of rain wet the Traveler’s feet
Cold late autumn watching the tide of stars enter into the mirror
Sandy shore westerly wind falling red, ravines all over the mountain dyed with vermilion ink
Since time immemorial there has been a thirteen-level pagoda tonight
wondering who it was who opened all thirteen doors with a finger snap
Conchs in every direction let out a continuous call
Who can open the true meaning of the myth in an image
find that original idea
Gravitational pull of past and future, flowing and colliding
─ today, the old me.
A glass bottle with a landscape painting, turbulent waves roar inside
Stone lions lined up on an ancient wall walking with the sun’s shadow
Wings of a celestial butterfly sweep the Wind Pavilion
An ancient blueprint of the galaxy in thirteen folios, lying
in a green valley amongst blue mountains
Object-contingent mental factors there is a miraculous tree of life
providing a nesting place for eagles and vultures
Kindly mother uses a magnetic compass needle to stitch the setting sun into
an elegant bright-red robe,
There is a precious candle that never goes out, making an ancient pier its pavilion
flame revolving on high like a rolled leaf
Light breeze ruffles the purple lavender all over Yuyuan
Buddhist chanting coils thru the bright rafters
King Drum Voice sings in the city of joy,
At the end of the world the Loafer gradually enjoys peace of mind in a dream
Spring swallows twittering in late autumn
An eternal compressed memory suddenly appearing in the overflowing Autumnal Equinox.


Generosity, opening the window to welcome the dawn
but a falling leave beats it to the punch
Feeling, the sorrowful sound of the qin inhibits the replication of the virus of greed
Objects, dropping from nymphs’ fingertips, wild ginger flowers fill the sky
Vision, sight coils around a thread
waking and sleep draw in the dust
sunflower fond of dyeing the butterfly in brilliant colors
Hearing, boundless worlds eternal
lonely Polaris calling out to an Autumn echo in the mountains
Awakening, someone lights a stove in hopes of ending delusions
but it somehow turns into the ladder of clambering
oblivious to the self-styled first-rate Idler
never discussing anything with old friends
Knowledge, six senses always focused on esoteric mysteries
hangovers ever fond of lingering in the past
still time to mend yet cut off by the barrier of
seeking for familiar old images
Body, very slight wonderful touch ─
water of a thousand rivers pursues a dream
arriving at the Traveler’s thirsty mouth
solitary lamp in a night rain waiting for the purple maple leaves to turn red
Heart, because of adolescent immaturity
obstructed at sixes and sevens
Sixty stone mountain filled with blooming orange day lilies
Why intentionally daub the memory space of former times, so that
it loses its original shape?
Hill banner‧lapis lazuli bamboo sea spreads into blue jade-like green waves
above each peak a circling eagle
An old tree planter goes up the mountain once every year, goes down once a year
Rivers‧the Youth paddles a canoe towards a mysterious island
looking up at a vigorous air current in the distance, clouds sailing turbulent over western mountains
night, storm winds drive waves into action
the terrified Youth scared stiff floats past
the wheel of past lives
peaked waves staked up, sinking water line
Monarch butterfly barges into the Fengbo Pavilion, hermit crab looks around for housing
Rotation‧cold autumn light skims over a golden dream
rain canopy can’t keep out the Traveler’s worries and dejection
What was originally a wilderness, today has many new houses
Bodhisattva mind accumulates bits and pieces of mercy
transforming into a formless banner fluttering on high
Several days ago took my niece to see a children’s play
Picked up a piece of swirling gold chocolate
gave it to the Little Girl with outstretched hands.
Swirl‧palm-leaf scrolls overturned by a westerly wind
sun plumes take the opportunity to add some color,
Abandoned city of an ancient king, a troop of monkeys at play
A bevy of bees working late
leave behind one bee to keep an eye on the goods overnight
Sleepwalking aquiline nose, invading the olfactory region
wreaking havoc everywhere ...
Bamboo bee fond of drilling into dry bamboo to make a simple flute
blowing out a complex tune
Net‧cosmogonic tortoise roams far, gathering in the six senses
primordial spiral shell, dazzling tip coiling round layered peaks
Farmer in step with the four seasons
Sun goes down ─
Trampling feet of millions of sons and daughters of the earth
shaking the dance step of lofty mountains, returning home □□□□□□□

Autumnal Equinox (17th day of the 8th lunar month; September 24–25), 2002

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Book 45 Non-abiding Basket Heart
─ Little bird ever singing in spring

What’s a precious gem like if it has never been cut?
Turbid heaven, chaotic earth; breaking thru the dust, a royal capital appears
Old suspension bridge made of rattan complains to itself
unfading intention of former times ─
Amongst the thousand mountains, there is a path leading to an eternal city of silence
Waterfalls leaping off cliffs,
Vast mist obscures the road to childhood
Potpourri of images flowing in reverse with the four seasons
taking on the appearance of the citadel of Mara
Cold drizzle, fastened to marvelous peaks by two pekoes
appearing everywhere
A primordial immortal seed of golden sand
Floats in from the great void
That vital dew on a thousand leaves, shifting
the pervasive sand dunes of self and other
A spring gushes from the ground
originating in a glacial lake in a primordial snowfield
Thirteen-story pagoda in the night sky, topmost door
opening and closing already ten thousand years
Those who have attained the great awakening, coming and going like meteors
but only in twos and threes
Cold Dew, autumn water yet unfrozen
limpid and cool, like a thin snow on a frosty day
Seven days ago, into the mountains to see the first fruits
already ripe, but accidentally fell into the whirlpool of a dream ...
dreamed of several times in a single night
Eighty-four thousand combination locks, can’t lock up
that rebellious red persimmon in a dream!
A northern golden orb weaver weaves a web densely
waiting at the gateway to the domain of delusion for a butterfly
Hush a club quietly turns into the thundering sound of a celestial drum
henceforth in arrears with respect to a magical circle of nature,
The old hibiscus tree on the other shore sighs:
"You just don’t understand the games of sentient beings ......"
Snow hare fond of running in the dazzling white ice and snow
great purple emperor disguised as a leaf all day long
White sail sails into a silver streamer
Millennial ancient fir this morning fills the mountain with mist
An ancient temple with a hidden water-mirror, the ocean-seal of all things
A monk fashions a miraculous drum, for
waking up the water lilies sleeping in the pond ...
This is an old story, but it has become
a novel curiosity for people nowadays
Salutation, one hand cupped in the other the Traveler takes shelter from the rain in the Wind Pavilion
contemplating the sound of late-autumn cicadas,
about to undertake a winter vow of silence
Ford there is an old man in Hengchun
an itinerant singer with a home-made guzaixian
hoping to find a youngster who has heard the original sound.
Springtime spring waters evaporated by the blazing summer sun
transformed into the autumn rain about to fall
A light westerly wind clears away the fallen leaves, restoring
the silhouettes of twigs dancing in the moonlight,
Inside a way within a way there is yet another way ─ supernatural powers
There is a core within a core within a core
turn over the center of heaven to see the essential nature
Awakening like a thunderclap, in an instant
dispersing the dark vortex of samsara
A fresh snow-white lotus opening from the center
Who is it who will engrave the mind of piety
into the ancient Great Resting Stalactite?
Quiet sound, happy sound; that mouth has been preaching the Dharma for three thousand years
Ears of the masses still
chasing after the eighty-four thousand captivating sounds of the world
Barbaric stage play, put on every day on an uncovered stage
Shouldering a basket of karma, someone traverses a bumpy road seeking the way of truth ...
A mysterious island hidden in a vast sea
Ebullient Milky Way in the autumn sky it’s
the floating leaf-wings of a lotus repository
Time peak fantasy pictures, antimatter super phenomenon
transcending the liminal world intruding into
the eighth dimension of pure contemplation
Formless energy, inhaled by the chief god of inspiration
transformed into a boundless gravitational pull
Sentient and insentient beings both cultivate wisdom
form in a mirror image in water densely arranged
A northern golden orb weaver seizes a lovely butterfly
An ancient myth told in four places
After an idea crumbles into eighty-four thousand pieces
The Youth fond of writing a letter of repentance atop the fallen maple leaves
Interconnected memories of you, me, and him, transmitted thru the six senses
A violent storm destroys the sand castle sculpted by a boy
On a child's easel, the four seasons turn
jumping into each frame and changing clothes
Father wants his child to climb the peak
Mother prays for her son’s early return home.
Airdrop, another muffed pass
who is it who has misconstrued the outcome of the game?
Fields full of golden rice tassels long long unseen
swaggering in the eyes ─
In childhood, inside mother’s shadow, always
a copious store of assorted grains
knowing my heart, providing for me in good measure
Legendary pearl of the night glowing in the dark
Countless corollas showing off in a dream
Wind-settling pearl strokes an aura in the wind
Jadeite is the predecessor of jade
Incitement‧fiber woven into a transparent cicada suit
Temptation‧butterfly wings copiously adorned with dazzling colors
Sentient beings writing a screenplay made of self-view performed
nonstop from time immemorial
Perception all along infatuated and lingering in the experimental theater of the senses
It’s said that the lotus flower has the power of self-purification
for all its petals emerge from the mud without being defiled.
Little bird ever singing in spring
Golden autumn sky with autumn cicadas as the anchor
Mountain temple, the Maiden
steps on a memory from the other end of the horizon
Amongst the rocks on the beach a solitary white crane stands proud under the moonlight
Wilderness the uncovered Dharma ceremony of nature
continuously put on for seven days and nights
Woven world net, lifetimes past and future
comprehensively encrypted into a password card
Distant red sun rising in the east, setting in the west
Polaris flashes, nine-curved Milky Way in hot pursuit
Pure-flowing autumn creek draws in all things
Instantly a nightingale shoots by
red leaves leisurely fall
Wasteland unable to contain its melancholy
Each self reeled in by the past.
Instantaneous adventitious defilements, pass thru the sense faculties
Enter into the dreaming mind, the sea of consciousness
a lotus-leaf boat rings an object in emptiness
Subtle seal of the one impartial Dharma realm, the ten mysterious gates
Forty-two letters oozing out of the six marks
Late autumn evening, golden world as far as the eye can see
Wanhong Pavilion over there
collecting the resplendent sunset into the bosom
Inscrutable Mother Earth covers all things and gradually fades with the sun
Ever since Mr. Sea and Ms. Mountain gave birth to the vast plains
Bright green bamboo escorts monstrous waterfall
turning into the thousand flowing rivers,
Depressed chrysanthemum lost in the fog
wondering how to offer thanks to the gods tonight,
Fuzzy stove smoke … ceremony of the fragrant sea of clouds
Brown bee gathering nectar rolls itself in pollen.

Listen‧go inside
it’s provisional sound mixed with dust;
Listen‧without going inside
it’s relieving all the sound of distress reverberating next to the pillow
Return to hearing, there is a silent eternal melody
eternally unrolling at the bottom layer of the ear faculty...
Observe and contemplate, the two true colors of illusion
echoing in the space of the numinous pivot
Here the kalavinka birds are fond of standing tiptoe
on top of the Bodhi Tree watching the sea
Autumn‧cicadas filling cave and valley calling out to winter
Dew‧bats on a cold night preparing for hibernation
The Little Girl practices vexation so that she can understand others
Wanting to head for the mountains
But hit on the head by a falling leaf
Such is the pitiful condition of the world that only the loving mother
understands the baby’s speech.
Japanese cypress three thousand years old, one hundred thousand giant trees
geometrically arrayed in a primeval rainforest
Very fine, less than one trillionth of a nanometer
it’s said that it can reorganize the order of everything in the universe
The elderly and children often use the self-hypnosis of true love
There is an ant fond of entering samadhi while attached to someone’s eyebrows
only to be clobbered by falling dandruff!
Along a mountain trail a certain grass, name unknown
blooms a certain small flower, name unknown
The Traveler's eyes accidentally stolen by adventitious defilements
The Visitor’s mouth becomes the stock of merit of the Traveler’s ears
On that day the Wanderer held a numinous pearl in his hand
subsuming every mark with a 360 degree radius ─
Suddenly a wild energy rushes out of the window of ignorance
Instantly swallowing black and white, heaven and earth.
Hualian coastline, the veranda of the eastern sea
Palm frond falls off and turns into a skiff
drifting alone in the rolling waves
The little girl places the mind of non-abiding into a basket
and comes to the Baihua Pavilion to watch the sunrise
The Youth takes up the boundless mind
plays in a garden with bougainvillea and hoary stock in full bloom
Who is it who makes the world troubled and unclear?
It’s you, him, it’s me knocking about all day
Particles and molecules form into the wings of a cloud
slowly dropping the whistling autumn rain
Cold Dew filling space, mountain maples spewing bright red
Tranquility and joy pine for each other
have their first tryst on the formless Magpie Bridge suspended in space,
visiting the spacious and bright Heaven of Streaming Radiance
then lodging in the silent wonderful taste of eternity in a single thought.

October 9, 2002
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Book 46 Powerful Winds Dyed Persimmon Red on the Ninth day of the Ninth Lunar Month

Withered leaves disintegrate, entrusted to the soil
Waiting for spring to be reborn as pure dust
fruit falls returning to zero, praying
Rainwater ushers in Waking of Insects replete with the esoteric cause of heaven and earth
returning riding a vow
A pair of celestial feet step on a gnat's eyebrows
Eight-dimensional space, celestial butterfly flaps its dazzling wings
The curled up fox cannot hide its tail,
That big black feral ox, broken free of its tether
leisurely roaming on the riverbank,
On Biefeng there is a hibiscus tree, just like the Maiden dancing in the wind.
Merchant caravan making haste, a pair of eyes as sharp as the fish-belly dagger of yore
Turbidity of desire full steam ahead
swallows the august natural world
In a remote wilderness
several single-horned rhinos saunter about ...
Ninth day of the ninth lunar month powerful winds on the Double Nine Festival
Persimmons dyed bright red fill the orchard
A group of butterflies travels 3,000 li to a sacred southern sanctuary to pass the winter
Late autumn morning, final winter cicada
still in the tangled undergrowth performing its morning devotions
Evening sky setting sun like a golden drum
sending forth a sound wave bidding goodnight to the sorrowless brook
Assigned seat, fixed frame
Mountain peaks and ridges separating regions,
birds and beasts fond of making their long nightly rounds in
a primeval forest bordering a steep precipice
Under the soft moonlight, mountain, river, clouds, sea
latent silver firmament
An extremely subtle element with a kind of magical factor
obliterates illusions in an instant,
Originally non-material obstructions fill space and the Dharma realm;
even the tiniest nanoparticle, nearly empty
can’t approach the unmoving thusness of space
Cosmic spectrum interference, comes from
optical fibers woven by sentient beings
There was an ancient ginkgo tree but
it was felled by a gruff lumberjack in a moment of ignorance,
An extremely subtle crackling sound, the telltale sign
of a bud about to bloom.
Beam of red dusk streaks over autumn waves
water-moon following a passenger ship ...
Who is imitating whom?
Agitating the mind of non-abiding, whence peace of mind
Which me is replicating which me?
Walking, standing, sitting, lying down, unlimited actions, how to let them pass?
Frame frame frame original innate genetic warehouse
traveling expenses, layer upon layer
blocking the road to spiritual knowledge
Taboo image, butterfly fond of taunting cats
Stubborn wild shots, dragonfly likes to tease children
Old stage with an awning overnight transformed into a new opera house
Milky Way mid-sky, inverted reflection
not covering that big bright mirror behind
Cold Dew, the pearl in the maple’s palm
Chan song sung by ten thousand monastics
A single withered leaf containing a thousand mountains
Golden rice fields in autumn
not yet Birth of Winter, already converted into a silver world
Returning, all the white birch trees lining Xinsheng South Road suddenly bloom
a burst of wild westerly wind
all the flowers spontaneously flutter ...
Nine times nine, eighty-one ninety-year-olds
Today attending a dance event in Daan Park
Having once planted flowers, the Youth outside the flower hedge encircling the city
eavesdrops on the Maiden’s song,
Dream of an ancient ford, vowing to
swallow the Traveler endlessly wandering in the ten directions
Thermal energy flowing in the blood
You, I, and him invite each other to climb to the summit
Night sky bats like to hang a golden hook upside down and dance
Rainwater with rivers and streams as its outlet to the sea, coming and going contracted
stars glittering in a silvery net
Eight fields of accumulated knowledge, how to return
to the immaculate "nine-dimensional space."
Nature park in Hokkaido
Summer flowers rise in the east and drop in the west ...
But in winter sealed over by diamond-like snow
Vast sea, islands in array
rest stop of the old condor
Dream in a dream in a dream people talking in their sleep
A gust of windblown sand, blown into the pitiful Wanderer’s eyes.
Western evening sky, a great red spot appears
Indicating that the last typhoon of the year is about to be stored up by Frost Descends
The six types of waves entangling the senses transform into a six pulse Excalibur
flying into the thicket of all things to plunder the energy of the mind,
Ignorance and delusion spin a cocoon in the seventh dimension
each thread binding tight that stubborn and wild nature
taking orders from the mind of confusion
Early spring, Waking of Insects, spirit drum underground
Waking the ten thousand flowers, grasses, and trees
replenishing the stock of merit of the masses;
Autumn frost, striking the golden drum
anticipating the blossoms and fruits of summer ─
ensconced in an esoteric cause, the seed consciousness.
Old village swallowed by a modern behemoth
The Yogi uses the inner eye of wisdom to incinerate beguiling appearances
returning dream and fantasy to the mark of reality, the pure nature,
Swallow enjoys projecting its shadow onto the rivers and waves apprenticing itself to
Master Withered Leaf, to learn how to float on the water
completely free and easy ......
Space is not empty, it can’t collect the east wind.
Indra's net can’t obstruct the wings of the condor soaring thru the clouds
The seafarers frequently dive down to the palace of the dragon king listening
to a mysterious conch tell
the secret of the formation of the beginningless universe
A knowing smile in charge within already sincerely at ease
The future Youth sees the cabbage freshly picked this morning
rolling drops of water still there
hearing an ancient old lighthouse
calling out to its new owner ─
During sleep,
A well of gushing pure water appears in the middle of the desert
Tongue touching the top of an ice field, exuding
a cool wonderful taste ...
Inchoate insect climbs on top of the moss, metamorphoses into
a beautiful four-winged dragonfly dancing in the wind
Hundreds of billions of people holding a hundred billion dreams
Wonderful awakening hidden under an uncovered cloak contemplating!
Penguins arrayed in a frigid world of ice and snow
using concentration to import a new element of winter
each one observing the original moving snow
continuing for more than sixty days
The great freedom of fearlessness, calmly abiding in the hearts of sentient beings
instantly entering a world wherein Pisces is fond of weaving lovely dreams.
Butterfly larvae in cocoons fashioning dazzling seven-colored wings
The Little Girl fond of pretending to be a goddess
billions of thoughts all pure
Tranquil green turns into a secret movement and then becomes fiery red
Cherish old friendship, for the old house met with by chance is about to depart
The agonized Youth lies on the trunk of an old tree and weeps
… from the sky there floats down
a fine glittering pearl, hard to tell if it’s snow or rain
The Little girl holding a flower-umbrella dances her way home with frosty steps
A realm setting out life circumstances on multiple levels
pregnant‧23 heavens ╳ 23 earths
Chromosome turns into sense faculty covered with boundless dust
extremely tiny space capsule
innumerable esoteric causes operating inside
The Little Girl wants a coral cottage filled with moonlight
Due to the intentional fault of yesterday, the Youth shakes his head
Child asks where tonight’s shooting stars will spend the night
Caretaker of an ancient citadel, in the autumn night sky
welcomes the main city god, ignites
that eternal flame of the eye of purity amidst eternal stillness and luminosity
It’s said that a mysterious cosmic substance
is the DNA record of all beings
an eternal formless gene
an equation fashioned of good and evil deeds.
A tiny lotus pool tonight
moonlight and starlight hold a gathering therein
who can open the lock of depression
peruse the songs of joy kept in the bamboo bookcase returning to
the old stone of lives past, present, and future?
Dark green moss hanging onto the trees and vines
Water wheel extends infinitely in the illusory palace of mirrors
A boy heaps up the banks dividing the fields
eighty-four thousand lines of staggered stars,
each settled in an unfamiliar port
never idle or disordered
Who is it who can stride into that supremely splendid realm but
not get swallowed by that great monster of ignorance!
Fetters of karma, depending on
the turning of fine gears ......
Billions of years ago, life on Earth
was still the lava of a volcano below an ice field
In the past the denizens of the Heaven of Radiant Sound chewed the leaves
Today a baby sucks nectar and milk
Intangible non-physical coefficient of variation
Hundreds of billions of molecules develop and mature in the gate of birth and death
Tasting fruit sweet or bitter,
Clear and distinct contours of sentient beings just like
the red glow of dawn sprinkled onto the white clouds
Is it reality or fantasy?
Fairy’s expression encamped on a wonderful alpine peak.
A golden sun removes the burden, embraces
the few remaining withered lotuses in a small pond
Gives the fearless Master of the Pavilion a pair of hands of compassion, comforting
the Wanderer’s troubled helpless soul
Towering clouds utterly pure
roots of an old tree running in the earth
Valley wind swirling upwards
carrying the long-cherished hopes of the common people dancing
together with the inherent conscience of men,
City god in the citadel of thusness, from the window of illusion
observes the stars ─
That dreaming self, alone
on a spring walk amongst the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water ......

October 15–16, 2002
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Book 47 4052 French Windows, Part I‧Val d’Anniviers
Traveler in the val d’Anniviers

The val d’Anniviers
Late autumn a plethora of images settles into a chasm
Searching for a path traversed by an old friend some years ago
arrive at the stone ruins of an old farm
It’s you in a dark cold room lighting that lamp in greeting
Saying that everything is in my hands
I say that the thousand released cranes are in the clouds chasing the sun
everything travels with him ......
See the dial on the old clock tower,
Initial thought spans three thousand worlds;
presently a single thought becomes three thousand moments
each thought binding up eighty-four thousand kinds of emotions
Ancient wall of an old house covered with a mural ─
knife of profundity drops its blade, beyond nothingness there is still nothingness
sea of mystery gathers in the waves, quiescence sandwiched between quiescence
Boundless darkroom, who is it who
cracks the window
giving the masses a full view of emptiness?
At night, a round of waves on the sea
instantly erasing all the footprints on the beach
Temple on the hill, bell rings out 108 times, heaven and earth suddenly silent
By day, bubbles suddenly floating up
like the marks of the world remaining in the floodwaters of the kalpa sea
Late autumn last withered leaf swirls
condensing into crystal in Frost Descends
fixed boundary on the frozen surface of a lake,
Seasons following the cold and numinous Jungfrau, shifting into winter
Adventitious dust, filling a dream
World of eternal quiescence and profound emptiness, ten mysterious gates
I pick up the lens, panoramic view of a Rhine waterfall enters the eye ─
Raw ore containing ancient relics:
earth‧water‧fire‧wind‧space‧sight‧consciousness
seven great elements coursing in the empty mirror-like wisdom
Active consciousness containing the deep mind:
sun‧moon‧gold‧wood‧water‧fire‧earth
seven great galaxies circulating in the constantly quiescent light of boundless space
Swirling delusions flee into the ten directions and three times inside a cloud of incense
Who is it who can reign in the mind, enter concentration
merging innumerable aeons with the secret treasury of three points?
World inhabited by both saints and worldlings, together building a stately city of red brick
Strolling between two lakes, turns out to be the homeland of woodcarving
Scene one in a remote village, chicken crowing on top of roof
old ox over there still sleeping
The nearly bald fig tree says to the hornbill:
"I’ll transfer my merit to you, and then you can sow my seeds."
A small village in a valley white clouds freely appearing in space
readily changing forms, fundamentally no coming
Vain imaginings, a moment of confusion within a pure thought
clambering all over, fundamentally no going
World of expedient transformation with remainder, a medieval covered bridge
not obscuring the rosy clouds filling the sky over the way home
vast and majestic mountains and rivers
the favorite dreamscape of the Yogi-photographer
A huge scripture in the realm of latent dust
hibernating in a faint place
Larvae continually chewing leaves
bite after bite … thought after thought …
Meditation is for transformation; the hero’s great power is for breaking out of the cocoon
Lighting ─ the seed-flame of wisdom
Then it’s possible to shed the heavy shell
trade it in for slim and graceful feathers,
Presently a colorful butterfly sucks ghee-like nectar
Instantly flying free in the expansive wilderness
joy, sounds coming, sounds continuing
Now it’s the turn of a naughty child to step out of line
Baby in a cradle unconsciously holding onto a pacifier in the palm of the hand
yet noisily crying out for another one, not knowing
how can a benevolent one depict a world in which people are endowed with innate goodness?
Someone in a courtyard-house in a secluded forest,
Picks up an unsent love letter from ninety-nine years ago
Entrusted to search for the author ─ today’s
93-year-old granddad
Evergreen trees, layered reflection in a rainforest
fallen leaves and branches on the outskirts distinctly clear
Late autumn is the best season on the barren mountain
Dreamy blue glacial lake cross-mapping
A thousand kinds of wonderful images appearing all over
heart cakra, never coated with dust
August world of true reward, Biefeng unoccupied for three thousand years
an esoteric cause slowly maturing in the homeland of quiescence
That mind has all-embracing aspirations
But, how can a baby's eyes gaze attentively at the illustrious orb of the sun
River valley cliff, living in a charming village
soaring vine bridge suspended between both sides
Early winter bats disguised as dead leaves hanging on solitary branches
entire season ice fields unmoving, no birth and death
flee into the dream house of nothingness, lodged for the time being
Stored in the treasure house of the realm of the awe-inspiring sound outside of the kalpa
appearing within the quiescent and bright wheel of time.
Hotel at dusk the Visitor enters the final rehearsal
Marionette singing, puppet dancing like a hurricane
That wise hunter fooling with a shadow play
The waxing and waning of the moon appears in the calendar window of a phantom castle
Who is it who can use the mysterious power of the mind like a supreme mantra
to fully enter into a vast primordial net-sea, search for
the digital genetic code storing the force of karma of each individual;
and rescue the solitary Traveler so fond of dwelling in the thicket of the defilements tenaciously guarding the citadel of gloom?
It’s said that in a remote corner of the North Pole there is an uninhabited frozen place
Totally silent, where everything is frozen at minus 39 degrees Celsius
A silvery world of snow-white optical fibers spread with goose feathers
Early winter at Grindelwald I witness
falling snow covering the blue summer ice cave
On the most popular road at val d’Anniviers
From the viewfinder of an ancient celestial globe catching a glimpse of a celestial butterfly
A huge black hole of innate ignorance lurking at the center of the galaxy
using dark matter to draw in an imperishable fixed star
swiftly revolving, operating thereby
One time an old friend on an auspicious day
September 31, 1977 right here
wrote down “Autumn Morning Hears the Flute” and gave it to his dear friend
Inspired by a waterfall plummeting some 3,000 meters above the Rhine
The mind of profundity never disappoints
Host and guest dwell interdependently in the wondrous world of sentient beings
From time to time all the supremely virtuous ones gather in this place
Seeing that this old friend has been too long away from home
I remind him that a fallen leaf returns to its roots
he laughingly replies that his hometown is already bereft of acquaintances
Delusion, a razor-sharp blade can’t cut up a wave
endless loose ends presently inverted by nature
Pot of trouble concocted over a fierce fire
turning outside the Wanderer doesn’t want to come in;
inside the Scion Prince sure to not go out
Seeds of adventitious dust sway the sparse mind, impediment
suspended in a frightful dream.
Three thousand arrayed on a riverbank listening attentively
to that muffled thunder from beyond the sky
Kapellbrücke wooden bridge in Lucerne
Interior adorned with over one hundred and ten board paintings
In the middle an octagonal tower resembling the Wind Pavilion
The seeds planted today will sprout in the future
Future fruits restore mind-seeds of the past
Dust, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges
meeting rain, turning into mud,
encountering fire, becoming bricks,
drape on a cloak of seven-fold jewels, and it’s possible to plant melons.
Sound fairy‧ancient music boxes of Sainte-Croix
There is an unfettered old man fond of installing pure musical sounds
jade chimes
autumn cicadas ─
increasing the Traveler’s joy, letting him dwell in a subtle realm
Schadau Castle in the medieval town of Thun
in the senses of common people arousing thousand-foot waves
rising and sinking in the powerful current of history
that side clouds still smiling
this side Yelao still fond of singing
Drive to the village of flowers
Stop at a glacier at an altitude of 1,570 meters
It’s said that the bottom layer of ice is sixty degrees below zero Celsius
then there are exotic species playing a game of ice sculpture
Dreaming gliding past the Traveler’s eyes
Train speeding thru the countryside
Overlapping images in each window, suspended in the middle of the water
Dreamlike Chillon Castle comes into view
even if the mountains shatter and the rivers run dry
she will remain standing tall.
Houseboats of Schaffhausen
On this bank primal and pure leading
sentient beings of clear spirit
across on the ship of compassion ...
Brienz, hometown of the violin, like a sparkling diamond
Rays of light and sound breaking up the evil world of the five turbidities ─
That mind-settling road,
City god of the palace of the ancient kings bringing
joy to the Traveler on tour of old sights
Gruyères the home of cheese, calm and serene
appearing in the world to fulfill a great mission
Today troubles of the desire realm disturb the mind sentient and insentient
differ by a single thought, creating ten thousand kinds of shapes
subconscious and extrasensory mind intersect without quadrants
Who is it who enters into the nameless mantra within delicious ghee
takes all the golden sand and turns it into the dust of ignorance?
Cosmogonic tortoise‧primordial snail
When bosom friends meet
Press between the fingers then the sound of joy flashes in the sea
When old friends meet
a response of mutual recognition and esteem
Headlights flowing north and south intersecting
Evening clouds pile close to lakes and streams
Alpine wilderness, glaciers peak to peak
pure sound of a ruanxian flows past ...
green water at the edge of a lake spills over onto the road ...
Switzerland in Frost Descends everywhere the rustic smell of cow manure
turns out to be an appointment for spring plowing
Golden-yellow forest on both sides of Jungfrau
My French windows lock up room 4052
Misty Interlaken morning seals off the peaks
Pure-white mountain of ice breeds the original stream of disillusionment
Blue lake water is the earliest inner throbbing of the mind
In the sky an aircraft applies its brush to the firmament ─
painting a cross· ribbons interlocking with clouds
I lead a group of people to the deep valley, leave a sound in the sky beyond the sky.

November 1–2, 2002
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Book 48 4052 French Windows, Part II‧ Thunersee & Brienzersee
Remembering Interlaken

Domed sky mystical vault of heaven
Following the random in and out of the flight, laying down a completely new route
Multiple digital style instantly transforms
The primal native language is
the dialogue between mother and baby goo goo ga ga ...
Young girl in the hometown Zifang Garden
skipping about on the mountain, like a happy little sparrow
Awakened state of the numinous peak, stepping out the dance of the nymphs
plucking a qin in the sky, instantly resonating with the sounds of autumn
Along the way, baskets of red, yellow, green, purple
delight the Traveler’s eyes
Today, light rain moistens nearly dry leaves
Sudden gust of wind, sending hordes of butterflies down into a deep ravine
Leaves affectionately apologize to the dew drops
for letting them down,
Those fond of traveling amongst the clouds adore mountain glens
Naughty child extends a hand and ruffles up the rippling autumnal tints.
Roadside dry millet fields sown with seed waiting for next spring
To break thru the ground during Waking of Insects
Triumphantly receiving the welcoming rays of the summer sun
rainbow arches over the blank canvas of the sky
cloud bar drifts from southern peaks towards northern hills
Notes of the violin, alighting beside the lake
Extend a hand and touch the zealous chest of a waterfall flying above the Rhine
Cross the peaceful border between Switzerland and Germany
Snow-white reeds covering the mouth of the lake, dovetailing with
the golden sounds of Frost Descends
groups of orange oakleaf butterflies fly off from a lone old tree
Sunlight from in front lights up the eyes
from behind scorches curly hair
from the side bears witness to arranging the robe onto one shoulder.
Late autumn sun, applying multiple layers of varnish to all the leaves
A falling yellow leaf happens
to land in the open palm of the Little Girl
The Traveler’s unheedful eyes slip on the autumn scenery
desiring to hear but ears get tripped up by the westerly winds
Drill a hole in the void, let the camera lens stick out
Mountain filled with yellow and red hemmed in purple, after a rainy night
all that remains is the rustling sound of the withered sweet veburnum trees
repeatedly nagged by westerly and northerly bursts of wind,
Autumn mountain chance rain sends up dense smoke of vaguely burning grape vines
Along the way charming villages scattered along cliff-hemmed valleys
Planting a fantasy without quadrants
Ancient plants ninety million years ago
one time continuously drifting down from the Matterhorn
Three paragliders red, yellow, and blue, following the direction of the wind
one at an oblique angle from the south
one at an oblique angle from the north
One directly above
riding the favorable winds to circle high into the clouds
Three teenagers in the new century, challenge
a beautiful new-order legend ─
Soft and hard, the taiji symbol etched on the fingertips
Dejection and joy delicately depicted between the eyebrows freely traveling in the great trichiliocosm
Red leaves leave the branch and flutter away
Old tree softly sighs, hesitates a few times
In the twinkling of an eye Frost Descends is nearly gone, solitary dry leaves all that remain for the Birth of Winter
Ripples on the chilly surface of a lake, all because
one thousand drops of rain in the clouds about to descend ......
Fervent flying Rhine waterfalls displaying seven-colored rainbows
Thousands of white horses galloping back to the palace of the moon before dawn
Fog climbs the hillsides
The Traveler’s eyes fond of sleep on account of jet lag
Light and dark cut into patches
Autumn scenery everywhere covered with a thin shadow-mark mask
Mantle of night, sweeping silvery white and clear blue
Up above, on the mountain beyond the mountain, there is an extraordinary place
met by chance by the Visitor; how might he remain there
Rustic town, quiet bright sky
Winding path hanging on a lofty precipice
It’s said that since time immemorial there has been an idler
dwelling in a remote corner of the galaxy, unknown to anyone
an old ox inside a pen his only companion
See that seven-hundred-year-old mansion still standing amidst seven rows of trees a thousand feet tall
Towering banners old houses scattered all over the slopes
An eagle spreads its wings and soars, running out of energy by the middle slopes
below a bottomless gorge
Dangerous cliff road soaked shoes cold feet
One passenger still sleeping in the passenger zone, unaware.
This belongs to a heavenly world beyond dust
Mysterious Jungfrau, ancient glaciers meandering below
Primordial ice forming into a diamond-like crystal palace like
distant imaginings reappearing in an illusory paradise
Who is it who can open the two doors of the mind of profundity
one leading to tranquility, one leading to action
Who is it who installed the eternal snowman into the ice
causing the Maiden so much heartache
Towering peaks, fairyland of ice and snow
Jungfraujoch of milky chest and silvery shoulders
snow-blown lapel proudly independent in the darkness
The Visitor in search of a dream comes and goes … overlapping remote images
Someone from upturned nostrils expels pure musk
eliminating the five turbidities exhaled and dispersed
by countless wanderers over boundless time
Since ancient times no one has been able to embrace Jungfrau
one little girl in a moment
carries away the entire mountain
Mist of Interlaken is
a breath of surprise exhaled by Jungfrau ...
Fissures in the glacier give rebirth to the ancient snow-broth
Tears of the peak water the verdant aggregate of form
Green grassland with cattle and sheep grazing, farmers busy plowing
this is the domain of tranquility, the homeland of purity.
Daily clouds float past my French windows
Thousands of light rays from the suspended majestic summit
a meteor shoots across the silvery sky
Nestled below the marvelous peak, Interlaken displays a spotless purity
as clean as ice, as pure as jade that’s why I’ve come before the onset of winter
Surface of Thunersee & Brienzersee a successive road
Seemingly familiar image deeply
remembering from childhood those subtle-form beings of the liminal world
Vast snow embellishing an imaginary celestial mansion
Contours of the stunning Jungfrau are
natural hues mixing with the mysterious sky.
The val d’Anniviers
Biefeng leaning on Biefeng, a gorge in between
lovely scenery shrouded in fog and cloud
pure springs converging into chrysanthemum-yellow channels
Angular waterfall district shows off a passionate dance
igniting a flaming heart
Alpine hamlet, striking steep roofs
streets have all become ski tracks
It’s said that this place was once visited by
Qiao Sheng and Lu Ban,
Here woodcarving transcends the sacred
Each ancient covered bridge tracing the years
dying and being reborn ......
Alps, jade cliffs hanging majestic
blooming flower of immortality ─ edelweiss
Venerable gold-yellow stamens, noble white petals
covered with a thin layer of snow
Age of chaos, flood fills the universe
overflowing, yet carried by rivers to the sea
Basin first foothold of humans
High mountains only birds nesting
but the great roc dwells only on Biefeng
Hoary Swiss mountain ranges, glacial flood peaks everywhere
Me, come to the frigid top of val d’Anniviers‧wonderful peak
a group of people warming up with hot coffee
Going ascending nine links, connected
edelweiss smiling between the rocks
Returning sliding down nine slopes, high and steep
snow grass smiling on hanging cliffs
At this time, twilight gradually approaches the eye
Vehicle turning with time ...
Humming a childhood song about a little white flower, I go back.
Silver glacier blue lake
─ like a crystal ball reflecting the entire universe
Hiding in the rugged top of the cliff, suspended at the top
Twenty thousand tons of melting snow, tremendous momentum dropping thousands of feet
drawing a deep breath can’t still the shudder of amazement
Ancient glaciers reborn as gurgling streams
Seven rows of gem trees making delightful music
Farmer and ox in a harmonious dance,
Between cliffs, skylight on a slanted roof
quaint, plain, boundless ...
neither blue nor green see the melancholy between the brow
it’s red, yellow, purple, supporting seven billion people
The Traveler in Anniviers recollecting returning ─
valley, village of flowers in the past
dream story of nomadic people migrating with the seasons
The Youth of old uses a golden ax to carve stone, carving
deeds left behind in the movements of heaven and earth
Dusk I get down for a sunset photo
In another car, a smiling little girl waves to me.
Lake of wonderful mysteries
Vague space filled with images of odd dreams
Mountain valley water carrying the moon in the sky
arriving at the Zifang Garden where road and lake meet
Fauna condense mist and dew … each drop savory and mellow
Inside a treasure chest gears turn out a magical tone
In the jade palace of the stamen garden the secret sound of childhood innocence is heard
The Traveler prays that that rainbow on the horizon
will span the galaxy and link up heaven and earth
Compassion and pity leave their sound there
the Wanderer hears it from here ─
Harmonious unobstructed wondrous sound
Ethereal rhythm in constant circulation instantly
enter a soft clean dust-free realm of gods and men
Dusk evening glow teases out the hues of the sun descending behind the mountain
The Traveler’s eyes like lightning flash over a cartoon-like scene
See that mysterious stone spanning two glaciers
melting snow turns into a dragon waterfall, youthful dancing claws over the Rhine
I look up thru a hole in the sky
To see a orderly heap of ice
piled in a mound, instantly
Dark staircase, twisting path, occasional flash
From an aperture in the sky a pearl white ice fountain
cold air spitting out misty fog
Shocking a topless cliff and unfathomable gorge
A trench in primary colors, the umbilical cord of the universe
Waterfalls spraying like a twisting path
now meeting now hidden
The adventurous Traveler excited and amazed ......

Two lucid lakes, the Maidens eyes responding
To that pair of vivid dark eyes
back in the Zifang Garden
Biefeng stainless all over just like
that precious pair of transparent cicada wings on Spirit Mountain
as lovely as the ears of a celestial butterfly
Sluggish ice spring, its transparent blood
constantly flowing like an hourglass ...
Since ancient times, writing down the great trichiliocosm, the truth of
arising‧continuing‧decaying‧disappearing
like the Little Girl who refuses to have time written on her face
There is a god who used a giant ax to cut a hole
turning the ancient ice caves into a palace of snow
Sunset last hint of light gathered up by wondrous peaks
Silvery orb of the moon
driving a pile into each peak
Proud humanity dressed in an overcoat in
windy lights leisurely shuttling ......

Winter approaching, about to unveil the gorgeous song of Frost Descends.

November 5, 11, and 12, 2002
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