Table of Contents
Book 31 Transparent Dream in an Old Wardrobe ─ Night halt in a mud-brick house
Book 32 Three Days of Golden Wheat in Lesser Full Grain ─The eye of complete enlightenment
Book 33 Black Bat, Ink-colored Coffee Beans─ Thoughts, rapidly shuttling in a song
Book 34 Flower Rolling up Dusk ─ Miraculous song of a caterpillar perched on a leaf: Opening, showing, contacting, understanding, practicing, awakening, entering
Book 35 Notes on Returning Home in Summer ─ Spiraling future exit
Book 36 Mailbox in a Vast Sea of People and the Paper-maker in an Empty Boat ─ The wise dove versus the pulse of the galaxy
Book 37 The Road ─ Today, on Great Heat, lying on the earth like a Reclining Buddha
Book 38 The Courageous Youth ─ Dream of an interstellar channel · Setting out from Polaris
Book 39 Preface to the Master of the Wanhong Pavilion Visits the Hejing Pavilion ─ Record of a dream in the Cushu Pavilion


Book 31 Transparent Dream in an Old Wardrobe
─ Night halt in a mud-brick house

One night, I dreamed of strolling thru a garden in my hometown
like a great solitary eagle
Riding the clouds rising in an updraft
the subconscious on a mysterious battlefield since time immemorial
Which vow to first fulfill to enter into the defiled world of the five turbidities
or to make an end of my primordially perverted notions?
Dusk, using the pot of the new crescent moon to stir-fry the red sun
Climb to the peak of memory, still
not catching sight of that primordial native place
Misty clouds gently kiss the mountain tops
The Vagrant’s footprints remain on the beach
scoured by the churning tide ... but never effaced
impressions deeply embedded in the seabed ─
memories endlessly recombining in the sea of consciousness
skirt lapel of dusk brushes boundless realms of dust
Mysterious cause of ignorance, stimulates tactile sensation
Countryside people deeply moved by the cry of a newborn baby.
Word has it that the gods will be on tour
Angels spreading their wings over a thousand li
a cloud-sleeve three hundred meters wide
First watch of the night, using the power of mindfulness to intercept cascading delusion
Second watch of the night, lost in a dream lost, swallowed by darkness
Last watch of the night, night halt in a vaguely virtual mud-brick house
nature’s qin, playing a farewell tune
Mystical rising sun born in the Youth’s morning stretch
cloud-garments of dawn clothe a meteor shower in the sky beyond the sky
Rising, tasting the fresh green of early summer
Eye and ear taking in the elements of the eight directions
rubbing, kneading, stirring, mixing, sticking, binding, pulling, tying
All dust transformed into chaotic phenomena
Fortunately, there was a seasoned sailor who hooked that twisted axle
Loving words of mother to baby: “Whenever you’re hungry, just drink my milk.”
Baby’s eyes flash a resplendent smile
Eighty-four thousand kinds of loneliness three thousand years of solitude
gaining release thru the window of love.
An empty bottle, wondering who
Filled it with the candy of desire so that
vain imaginings keep craning their neck into the township of tranquility
Densely wooded mountain suddenly set ablaze by the defilements
Books written on dry leaves,
How can sleeping people see?
See him spitting out honey-tipped arrows up to the seventh heaven
gone forth beyond the world
Treasure chest of memories, searching everywhere without finding ─
sculpted by the sunset in former times
enjoying the cool night air of late summer under an old banyan tree ...
Cloud crane no longer leisurely
Airborne eagle, eyes no longer sharp
Evening banquet at the Palace of the Silkworm Queen, followers galore
people lost in memories
Returning home the eternal hope of the Scion Drifter
Who would not want to take that return flight laden with moonlight?
That old wardrobe back home still stores that childhood dream
─ purely transparent self-nature.

Vast heaven and earth, boundless
night-to-day dreams also boundless
Oh countless sentient beings! There is a universe outside the universe
Today it’s said, that a new star has been discovered in the constellation of Cancer
Pulse of heaven, driving the Milky Way
flying birds breaking thru the critical point of the cloud waves
Network of the land, confusion of the world interlacing in the circuitous corridors of the ten directions
beasts pacing ...
careless at night
missing button, allows a meteor to graze the chest
Way beyond the sky a jeweled sword leaves its scabbard
A cool flash like lightning dazzles the eye
Thousands of channels densely surround the palace of the earth spirits
Who is it who by seeing that magical emptiness, generates a grade-13 storm?
Summer typhoon approaches a small island, vigorously sweeping over the countryside
pounded by rain, cliffs crumble
tsunami rolls up surging waves, no sky no sun no candle
Only flaming thunderbolts, mountains and land sealed off by water
Gorgeous, no longer gorgeous ... trees completely uprooted
Terrified mother hugging baby
taking shelter in an uncovered corner, praying
Wind becomes goblin, rain turns into demon
riding innumerable dark clouds wreaking havoc
Who acquiesces in this nightmarish maelstrom?
taking in you, me, him
taking in the masses
Destruction and creation bear reciprocal responsibilities
Naughty little boy, ever harboring a mischievous idea
wanting to secretly set free the spring farm cattle ...
The Ten Profound Approaches are the entrance to the native place,
the mind of pity can’t avoid the raging waves of sorrow;
The six marks are the folk songs of the universe,
one dream, a hangover of three thousand years ...
Focal length shifting constantly, developing everywhere
Tears filling eyes, longing without a prescription since ancient times
Cremation stupa of yearning collapses ─
In the Milky Way, only a cold lunar halo remains
Metal brake of the wheel of time instantly brings all turntables to a standstill
Repentance like a fountain flows into the heart of patience
Wanggong lighthouse at Fangyuan, every day waiting
dyed red by the sunset, fishing boats return
In a drizzle, two ugly ducklings dawdle
in a half-moon pond without going home
pestering a seven-colored rainbow
Fond of the chromosome of attachment, beyond the capacity of visual perception
A drama hastily staged but
eaves block the gods’ eyes.
Sleepless night, because of a dream
soaring beyond the majestic sound beyond the sky
Distorted image in a dusty mirror
Stooping bowed dance of the farmers
transplanting rice seedlings, sowing, plowing, they do it all
The Youth makes a tree house his summer nest
Derailed dream as if
returning to childhood
Crunchy dry leaves stir-fried underfoot
Golden sand on the bank solves the riddle of the ancient conch
Fledgling eagle drawn by clear air turbulence
into an invisible parabola ...
Inside a solitary chime, a supernatural bird sings a melody of love
Past lives leading in someone swirling along one side of Spirit Mountain
Toes streak past a seven-stringed qin in the sky, bright spectrum
pouring from the firmament ...
Spiraling mountain path, visitors galore, like embracing a gyroscope
Innocent children wondering about tonight’s geometry ─
falling asleep, forthwith opening wide the dream door
Newborn baby fond of crying, mother gives him a loving smile
Colored sphere of memory stays overnight
in a fairy tale.
An old pot, silently inhales the dense clouds
Coincidentally mysterious figure 1762354
sound of a qin plucked by the Traveler, dancing all over the midsummer night sky
A type of desire gives rise to three thousand lovely sights contained in a single mote of dust
The Kapila Incantation at one hundred decibels shining in a virtual microcrystal
Naughty child says:
"I want to use a beautiful song to wake up the sleeping stream!"
The Maiden’s hands press a black and white rectangle;
a plateful of crystal-like tones come pouring out ...
Venus shoots out of the crescent moon
Cloud-dragon takes a bite out of the soft sky, laughing incessantly
Visual perception pure as moonlight weeds out deep colors
The Youth waking from sleep, again shutting the door of the heart
Intonation of last night’s mood follows the energy of the spirit and puts on airs
Tears of homesickness slip from the fingers
Hands covering face, nor for washing tears
waving goodbye to the defiled realm where eyes drift with the wind.
Three thousand years ago a big stone came rolling down
Causing ripples in a lake, continuing to this day
ever since ─ bound to the roulette wheel of rebirth by its genetic memory
Spear and shield weaving a chaotic concept
garrisoned at the center of the sea of consciousness
Who ─ can get a ticket to the highest peak position?
Respect universal truth, singers looking forward to an appealing sound
Obliterate attachment to phenomena, dancers praying for nimble toes
seven-colored rainbow-flag waves in the sky
drive away the terror of yesterday’s brutal tempest
The Youth packs up and waves goodbye to the people of that lonely island ever ogled by the moon
Sentient beings evolved into a thousand rivers see off
the childlike mind
Next day, the white gauze sleeve outside the western window
wraps up the last red glow of dusk
Edge of the lake, groups of tourists milling about
rippling waves of the heart still rippling
Stuck in page after page of memory
Unconcerned about today’s half submerged sunset ...
... water joins sky to form a circle
Holding an umbrella over that sad debris in the heart
In a mass of chaos, a red lotus flower holding a blazing flame.
Shop owners along the way fond of greeting the Wanderer on his way home
About to leave, when a torrential rain drenches the mountains
Like an imaginary fallen leaf, this nymph drama
has only color, but lacks a core,
Thundering drums like a muffled lion’s roar
Looking forward to being in love, favoring stormy seas
Occasionally focused, untying the knots of the heart
Only seeing yesterday’s palace of the ancient kings
already become a mossy ruin
Today, fragrant chrysanthemums all over
Catch the eye pair of eyes continually revolving
spiritual vision repeatedly presses the shutter ─
Midsummer, golden shower trees in Daan Park
Dancing dark green leaves setting off strings of sun-gold flower
After rain drip ... drip ... crystal-like dew
Glistening amidst yellow and green ......

Grain in Ear (June 15 and 17), 2002
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Book 32 Three Days of Golden Wheat in Lesser Full Grain
─The eye of complete enlightenment

Images appear in the One Impartial Dharma Realm
Inner and outer; a dichotomy of seeing and object
A huge dust storm occludes the bridge between the senses and consciousness
Clean flowing streams are heaven’s messenger to the eyes and ears
whence such confusion and delusion
Every child has his own cherished password
Talking to himself while playing a game transcending imagination
The Visitor unwittingly weeps in the strange land of dreams
All because in that long ancient river of memory occasionally
touched by the tentacles of the native place
Presently gathering up each and every curve
yet unable to make a perfect circle ...
City people, daily form and color superimposed
vacillating between hypnotic trance and exaggeration
Country folk, daily water mixing with ink
seeing each fallen leaf as something new
Passers by taking souvenir photos along the way
Who is it whose supple sensory organs accept phenomena knocking at the gate?
Form / the Dharma gate of non-duality always appears at the juncture between truth and lies
The master wakes up, but can’t open
the Dharma-eyes of true awakening,
the roaring flames of the defilements emit the smoke of ignorance
swallowing the forest of wisdom in the native place
Clambering mind ceaselessly changing lanes
One-sided empty mind squeezed and burst by the lonely ego!
Originally uncovered flashing a most excellent secret cause / repeatedly defending
mountain cabin charcoal glowing bright, bestower of fearlessness working hard
Consciousness / moonlight graces a scene of former times
Past thoughts like the tide waves
pushing memory onto shore ......
Variation / tight muscles, burning the midnight oil
Who is the director of this farcical comedy?

Earth ‧ savage world enclosed
naked greed without frills
Fallen flowers of dark reddish purple deep in the forest
Chill! Who cut down the old millennial sacred tree
Winter, north wind still concerned about the westerly wind, sustained cry
Water ‧ Great Heat
red glow of dusk fills the sky surprise
typhoon’s little brother arrives on a reconnaissance mission
The Youth raises a tall sail and sails towards the golden sunset
Fire‧cold
waking the flames of the empty bright earth, vapor becoming wavering clouds in the blue sky
Cool ashes mixing with phenomena, adhering to truth
Today's Banquet, sudden blackout in the ancient castle
amazingly thousands of candles instantly light up
Soft and gentle song drifts into the valley
The Youth puts on a night cloak, singing loudly that today he will not go home.
Swallow searching all day
wind‧strays ...
thunder, rain, lightning launch a pincer attack from ten directions
Sight‧Polaris
forbidding stealth photography, in the darkness lying in wait for the human nightingale
intake and deposit!
Hearing‧surging waves of consciousness
Suddenly seizing white lotus flowers lovely and serene
Turning in place →
Sensory contact → feeling‧following a reverse airflow
Knowing‧originally born from this deep silence
Yellow scroll with a secret red spool
The Youth sails the sea looking for his watershed
Like a bubble on the sea containing golden waves ever
dancing with the red waves of sunset,
This dusty world in the depths of a black vortex is the tree of ignorance
where the night owl perches
a pair of flashing pupils, benefitting sentient beings
A white light swirls upwards
a stunning white lotus blooms
An ever-silent bright mirror projects the precious image of majestic and myriad phenomena.
Winter night
frost and snow are the dandruff of the firmament,
See that octogenarian, why does he put aside childlike innocence
Following the rice harvest, a scarecrow stands idle in the paddy field
Burst of wind burst of rain
scarecrow twisted out of shape!
Butterflies fond of playing hide and seek with the flowers
lovers’ tears concealed by the rain
Bellflower sealed in winter rime
lonely taking refuge in an empty bottle
The Scion Drifter wanders alone, not a single full stop in sight.
Bodhisattva tears like a spring rain falling on the sea
each thought, stopping in each desire
each desire, coming to rest in each thought
Turbid sky covers an old home welcoming the sun and moon
tripartite house containing a tiny wavering world
ever spinning between the eyebrows ......
Supernova cutting the umbilical cord of a black hole
Completing a model of self-existence, traveling around the universe.
Seeking a sound ... sound waves piled high
like insubstantial bubbles blowing in the wind
Universe misjudging feeling and sense object
deeply immersed in the quagmire of the five desires, all things scurrying in confusion throughout the heart
From within magic-like sights and sounds, the Youth
obtains an idea of purity
Old tree cozies up to the roaming clouds covering that mountain valley
A group of mysterious islanders guard a pristine beach of seashell sand
The Maiden’s anxiously affectionate expression can’t bring back that distant stranger
Tide of affectionate tears wraps up the moist air
Fearsome road gradually fades into ignorance
Concentration and wisdom reside in perceptions and understanding
swirling losing spirit
another realm, a solitary lamp empty and bright
How is it that turbid self-attachment never takes a rest
That inner one, still
keeping watch in the palace of the ancient kings outside the awe-inspiring sound
Nighttime below the cold streetlights you
arms crossed brushing past me ─ running off
Seven-year-old little girl dressed in dance costumes asks:
"What is a final exam?"
The Traveler answers:
"The four seasons are nothing but a game played by heaven."
The Wanderer steps into a messy frame of mind while on a bumpy road by
a turbulent dream made into a shambles!
The tide,
a magical music box in perpetual motion ...
A parting farewell
Everyone using their red eyes to detect each other's pain and joy.
Lesser Full Grain falls on May 20 or 21
Rice plump and firm, nearly ripe
May 22 or 23 ─ commencing three days of nothing but yellow paddy
Old farmer fires up his three wheeler running like a business
Silk-reeling vehicle draws out the silk and dyes it in five colors
Oil-extracting vehicle, watering vehicle
the freewheeling Youth moves his feet like a boisterous song
Rural village, oily green, fully flowing streams
Flower of awakening already opened
Lesser Full Grain‧dwelling in that place of goodness and serenity
─ leaving confusion
Meditative concentration begetting prasrabdhi
Lending continuity to the practice ......

The eye of complete enlightenment‧tranquility on Lesser Full Grain

Summer Solstice (June 22), 2002
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Book 33 Black Bat, Ink-colored Coffee Beans
─ Thoughts, rapidly shuttling in a song

Let youth hurdle across the sunset
tomorrow returning to childhood
Leader’s banner fluttering in the wind ─
The legendary treasure of a phantom city in a newly interpreted benchmark
Firebird swallows a red sun
flying into a green web
Two spiraling cloud valleys appear in the sky
Like the slightly opened eyes of enlightenment
Earth-tentacles turn into a shrouding sundew
Rolling up wind and clouds, turning the reel of the four seasons;
blue green red white
It’s said that the story of every star in the universe
begins in the distant past, continuing
into the unpredictable future.
Enlightenment is a transparent and invisible circle of light
Butterflies are a dynamic extension born of the flowers’
beautiful dream
Bodhisattva mind touched by the sentiments of sentient beings
occasionally inattentive ......
A dry faded toon branch in time
floating in a dry riverbed
Hidden in the roots of a thousand-year-old tree, retaining
a mysterious factor from a million years ago.
Space is a three-dimensional mirror developing the myriad phenomena of the universe
Tonight brilliant moonlight, at the estuary of the Cao River
in the native place, performing a dustless song with the flowing water ...
Silence is the only stumbling block in the way of the marauding defilements
Three-layered anxiety, grade-13 depression
twenty-leveled emptiness, eighty-eight kinds of loneliness
Grief embracing the melody of love
Joy trifling with the spirit of a hangover
Transparent word held fast between the fingers
Wind-borne dust pollinating the fragrant stamens
Clear word placed in the heart, holding a dance
The Great Caravan Leader of Supreme Knowledge already knows
that a certain trader is hiding behind the door fiddling with a puppet
Idlers on the summit of Biefeng, every night a hurricane in a dream
Script of infatuation uncontrollably repeats
Whence this desire to requisition everything into my world
Wild thoughts, crookedly shuttling
in the door jamb between waking and sleep
Who can open the deeply sleeping net of dreams / send the spirit
to another power.
Program of wisdom inadvertently steps into an irascible minefield
eye holds contamination, ear harbors dirt
Countless motes of dust form a Mount Sumeru
The Youth cleans his ears and extinguishes the fire in his eyes
Lips and teeth interdependent, one bite drifting towards inclined Spirit Mountain, ready to fall
Praying in the direction of the sunrise
waiting for that spiritual inspiration and wondrous awakening wandering in the ten directions
Prostrating in the direction of the sunset
watching the Wanderer having dinner with strangers in the Wind Pavilion
Light and shadow transforming, subtly shifting past ...
... will return by virtue of a vow
Years fly by ...... today’s,
tomorrow is about to leave, alas ......
Wake up today, pack a childhood dream into a shell
only to be shot by a virtual arrow in a dream
distressed heart for several days ......
In childhood fond of hide and seek, now all things appear in front
instantly again pealing off faulty sense of vision
Floating thoughts our for a joy ride
Wild dance, feet subverting hands
Two ears guide a mouth really speaking falsehood
A riddle for cynical people:
"Evening‧hotel, why are all the guests leaving?"
"Lighting a lighter, why does the weather turn bad?"
A legendary key containing a password
capable of predicting the future why
can’t it open a treasure trove of memories from five thousand years ago?
Summer, childhood cotton fields call out from a dream
Ancient village scene of offering thanks to the gods
outdoor performances bobbing in the silver sea
Taiwanese opera, that little prince, a woman disguised as a man
Supremely beautiful music ─
A pair of lotus eyes still reflected in my eyes
Revolving lamplight, wonderful bright colors performing an awesome sound
Late at night feelings of homesickness
flowing in an endless torrent since youth
Late-day trail, headlights guide those returning from afar
along the way ─ green mailboxes as signposts
That page after page of inspiration moving in consonance with continual imagery
savory sweet potato leaves with sweet potato porridge lingering on the tip of the tongue
although forty-five years past ...
Every day the tide sings to the small pine and cypress trees along the shore
Field ridges laden with golden tassels scarecrow facing the wind with bravado
Yellow earth ─ rows of green trees ─ white clouds
red sunset ─ blue sky ─ violet lightning
Transparent dewdrops containing a subtle element
It’s neither spring nor fall, such an abundance of dew
turns out to be a night rain
Moss covering the ground instantly spreads into emerald green.
Distant mountains where a teenager now sings on high
Granary of the Earth ripening in midsummer
There is an inexplicable passionate desire, binding
the Traveler’s senses into a commotion
Intense sun super bright aurora
Looping road paved with the dazzling and brutal heat of summer
already reaching the peaks ......
Empty mountains at night fire and drum dancing wildly
Bat lair in a dark cave
High-quality spectrum with an amazing phenomenon
humor and seriousness side by side
Dreaming of being a hero but running wildly after desire unto injury
A single discrepant thought, very close
that pair of preoccupied eyes red with caution
Six sense faculties, eight types of earthquake who can
use autumn ripples to draw in serene concentration
Like flying blades of snow feathers emerging victoriously from all phenomena ─
Tranquil lake, her lovely image suddenly appears on the surface.
Night, sprinkling a dream symbol
innocent children all asleep
Sitting alone under the stars, the Wanderer rotates with the Earth
Wondering who it was who quietly struck a chord of thought;
Polaris, scanning the shutters of every house in the world
Night runs ─ the program of an original dream
A type of subconscious response floating
in remotely forlorn eyes
revealing a shifting virtual context ......
Someone enters a dream, enthusiastic participation
Here eyes and ears always without excessive interference
transmitting sight and sound
Dreamers using a curved blade of light
to cut squares in water, becoming
a hostel for those wandering far from home
Who is it who deliberately abandoned himself in a dream far from home?
Black bat makes off with ink-colored coffee beans in its mouth
Windswept hills and valleys, the storage cabinet of fallen leaves
The owner of the theater of heaven and earth hires
the producer of the four seasons to actively manage the business
Every color imaginable up for auction at the carnival!
Who is shaking his head?
Pellucid stream water under the sun
springs ring rocks listen
blackleg tortoiseshell with overlapping dragonflies, vivid
Mysterious memory-seed throbbing in the sea of consciousness
Delusions, encamped in the airspace of the new tribal homeland
an open-air Saha dance
Eagle takes the uptake ─

Afternoon thunderstorms
glimmering water drops dash against the soil
Blue sky and old cypress flowing all over a cliff
who can settle the mind under the Bodhi tree
Dark green phenomena flow in the gypsum hills
space calls out to the sunset modulating wind and cloud
Guest master hides a water lily blooming in a dream
Deity watching the door by night, a group of fishermen from an ancient fishing village come barging in
Someone sets up a bridge between different life forms in the universe
Daylight cruises over a pointed peak
Four-sided bluff colored blue, white, red, purple
Who is it who prevails in the grand finale
Night owls cheering in the forest
Moon, dressed in white silk dance costume praising profusely
Becoming a dynamic streetlight in the open country ─
Directing a mysterious game in the universal theater of beguiling illusion
Clouds floating above already turned into a green mist
force of karma driving lost footsteps
A chance encounter with fragmentary causes and conditions, shifting chaos
Memory search engine, entering straight into a muddled region for exploration
Fearful is the arbitrary movement of sense objects but
At every dawn that thought of yearning
ferments the allure of desire ......
Immeasurable subtle feelings emerge in an instant
Storm of sight and sound permeated with an ever-changing treacherous current.
Hook tugs rope, fishing for the essence of someone’s dream
Visual voice enters a digital security code
never forgetting that groaning song
Harmonious sound of nature swirling out of the valley of the wind
Loving apprehension, how to boost the self-confidence index
Every kind of zeal converging in the chest
─ swinging out of control ─
Six sense doors, desire in the vanguard
Willow branch earlier attached to a brow already darkened
That flowering quince planted last night under the moonlight
wondering when it will bloom?
Summer lightning haughtily
taunting the swifts in front of the eaves
In the morning a leaf quietly tells me
─ last night it dreamed that a Tathagata came to run
a kind of mysterious program for fine-tuning the world ...
The monster of the desire realm transforms into a kaleidoscope of color making
the repentant heart again make a discount
Dazzling butterfly wings of the realm of form become newly bloomed
water lilies, come to titillate your nostrils
In the immaculate formless realm
a hero oversleeps
In a dream, plunged into a war story with no finale
The master of the universe who is it
who acquiesces, Saha spear
and
shield, providing an unexpected answer to the riddle □□□□□□□

June 24 and 28; July 2, 2002

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Book 34 Flower Rolling up Dusk
─ Miraculous song of a caterpillar perched on a leaf: Opening, showing, contacting, understanding, practicing, awakening, entering

Open!
Misapprehending an error warning light
A spell of unwise choices
A game of confusion without risk-management
Who is able to open that invisible door leading into emptiness
So that the three vehicles proceed unimpeded inside and outside the burning house and
Completely unimpeded
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Nightfall twilight glow elongates someone’s lonely silhouette
City fond of melee, lost metaphysical smile
Lingering in an Internet café at night, the Youth surfs
on top of billowing waves topped with foam
See that sapphire-blue kingfisher shuttling around
the wavering waist of a bluish-green tree
Lonely eyes draw a lightsaber from its scabbard
Magical blade like a white feather
dropping down ... falling into the chest
Real space why enter into illusory images
bamboo branches swaying in the wind, sweeping the ground
flower shadows moved offside by the moon
If there is fear, it arises due to the obstructions ever hidden in the heart
In a dream that never opened combination lock
Who is able to use a sharp divine spear to pierce thru the core of anxiety
Using a tough celestial shield to resist unbridled passion.
Showing:
There is an inexpressible wandering feeling
forever searching all over in vain for a safe haven
Growing up, often just missing the childlike mind
only occasionally meeting in a dream ...
Everyone hopes to witness an infusion of wisdom into consciousness
akin to a great shift of heaven and earth
Presently, appearing on the heights of Spirit Mountain
□□□□□□□. Biefeng
There is an old painter who uses a mysterious airbrush to turn
mountains and sea, heaven and earth
into the fog of chaos
I receive on my fingertip a glittering dewdrop from a glowing stamen
Instantly thundering waves
sound of eastern tide embraces light waves and the cloud-filled sky
Atmospheric circulation causes the sky to shudder and drop a thunderstorm
A kingfisher instantly catches a frosty purple thunderbolt
A flower imprints the evening twilight on a rolled up page
Who can listen attentively to the miraculous song of a caterpillar perched on a leaf
Throughout the morning, a pair of eyes drawn in by bright red Mars
is it a confusion of karma, or an inverted nature?
Why is the dark green stream not seen / split /
thousand islands of the mountain.
Contacting,
The grass and trees are good at contentment ─
Unruffled going with the flow, undemanding
Feeling brings response happily settled
Who can explain the infinite meaning of the spring wind
Boundless change, deep waves all the same
A single flavor‧every single flavor ...
a boundless and marvelous contact sways with a blade of grass
Outside the window a drop of rain sports its elegant style
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The transparent veins of an old sacred tree flowing into the present for three thousand years
World depended on, divided by eight brothers
into eight realms
Although the trees shade the grass
the grass is still hot unto fainting,
Earth in drought, no rain
The word “thirsty,” the only thing to drink!
Understanding;
Contemporary young people should return to the original color of life
the legendary treasure trove of a phantom city and the ancient parable of the pearl
Inner contemplations on the enlightened self nature enhancing
faith
The world of phenomena is a phantom city projected by a dream
Today we have the good fortune to arrive at the
─ Land of Felicity
First do away with the clambering delusions of yesterday
Then it’s possible to pass the supremely subtle test
Develop every latent potential, and embark on a profoundly mysterious adventure
The beauty of the Saha world lies in its splendid charm
This full-scale drama emerging from a primordial dream
is a virtual mystery
that still needs to be decoded □□
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Song boiled in the cooking pot of the sea, brings people to tears
Ascetic monk on a high mountain, today temporarily stays at Biefeng to watch the door
An inexplicable urge, daily wanting to soar up into the sky
mind falls into all things and wavers
Humans are social animals, drifters
Living in solitude with loneliness as their sole companion
Nihilism ever combining with worry
take a nap, dreamily fly up to the seventh heaven
Returning to one’s senses nothing appears before the eyes
listen to the south wind blowing off a few aspirations of the eyebrows
Wide-angle lens easily loses focus
Telephoto lens can’t take in everything
Flaming arrow of authority, like a cold beam of light shooting through space
dream within a dream within a dream ─
Trillions of naked planets drifting
in a future constellation
Long night, longer than long ─
spring growth summer maturity fall decay winter emptiness
A group of gnats making a ruckus in a bottle, unable to differentiate
east and west, sunrise and sunset
Who can use the moonlight to lasso the blue sky
using the eyes to bind up every type of visual entanglement
Wind chases car ... car chases travelers ...
travelers chase delusional thoughts
Thoughts, chase that beloved one on the other shore
there was an old place, passed by 108 times over the course of seven years
Four seasons repeat landscape repeats
flora repeats heaven and earth repeat
mind repeats
Circulating mountain circulating clouds
circulating sea circulating light
circulating road ......
Sunset showing off for the Visitor
The Traveler re-subscribes to himself
Promise vowing next to the summer lotus pond,
to catch that blooming white lotus, that mysterious subtle factor
to use its expression to bring it into the world of the here and now.
Practicing,
I have a treasure hidden between the eyebrows
placed in my topknot‧
sewn inside my clothes.
In a dream last night ─
all the monastics in the world-sea of the ten directions were hurriedly
using a magnet to draw a needle into a secret seam ...
those who are qualified will surely understand who the good friend is
The Wanderer still sleeping not knowing
that he already has everything he will ever need
To overcome all hardship, the good friend uses subtle thinking
Finally, choosing to give him a scroll
the wonderful divine book of attentive living
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Sky in sea, emitting several rising clouds
Blown by gusts of wind to the ends of the red horizon
See the riverbank with a white crane flying up with a clod of earth
unknowingly entering a silver cage
Row of trees leading up to a watchtower
Adjacent hills capture the Traveler's eyes
Fierce plumes of the sun mercilessly sweep away the mist-heavy atmosphere
Because, a drought has quietly come.
Awakening ......
This is an eternal tug-of-war in which the self alternately
spirals upwards and sinks
My Good Friend urges me to use concentration as my a shield; wisdom as my spear
mindfulness as my strength
to escape from the distorted dream
If there is understanding, then the moonlight of tacit insight
bubbles forth from the heart
Everything that meets the eye becomes true, no longer confused
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dew‧transparent
fruit‧truth
flowers‧blooming bright
dust‧lotus begets lotus
Deep blue Pacific whale disguised as a submarine
Eagle directs white clouds into position around the mountain
some imitating birds, others in the form of animals
roaring
Secret sound of the universe transmitted from the purified ear faculty
Gorgeous soft light of dawn lithely stepping a brisk rhythm.
Entering ─
Everyone has the childlike mind
Grown up, it’s still there,
The Buddha resides in everyone’s temple of the heart,
as long as we are willing to return to our senses
It requires a certain degree of confidence
Ailments of the heart and mind
are as countless as thoughts themselves
Great Lord of Healing‧miraculous medicine tree; Tathagata
cure your own mental afflictions
Scripture of the deeply waving world sea simply
Light that bright and pure eternal lamp
then it’s possible to enter into □□□□□□□
Boundless expanse of coastline surrounded by mountains
with an invisible path where birds in flight call out to each other
Mountain silently moving upward
cloud silently lowering its head to receive the fog
Old sacred trees propping up the sky
Wonderfully high peak crowds of visitors waiting
The Youth in the boiling hot sun
Thoroughly cooking a pot of mountain, a pot of sea, a pot of sky, and a pot of earth.

July 3–4, 2002

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Book 35 Notes on Returning Home in Summer
─ Spiraling future exit

Sail hoisted, sun perched atop the mast
Wind rises, sailing thousands of li in the wink of an eye ─
Initial wholesome thoughts proceed triumphantly
A numeral appears on the dust in the eyes
Sound disturbing the tranquility of antimatter
Clear eyes and ears tainted by the color of phenomena
Just so the morning after a typhoon
moonlight alights on the surface of the water
Delivering a message to the far-ranging Wanderer
─ serial number: 2757
It’s said that he’s been mired in anxious indecision ever since he left
Deep and secluded valley of the heart, that frightful battle between liking and disliking
has not ended!
Night gods trapped in a pile of fog
Like being wrapped up in a gauzy spider web bound
spirit shaken, loafer still no time to settle down
roaming in the ten directions, nothing to rely on
Overhanging cliff, corridor of the wind
Under the scorching sun, the primeval native place
An ancient sacred tree sits alone, watching an old wisteria climbing a wall
Such is karma such is its force
such are causes such are conditions
Eyelashes anxious about tears, mind of repentance revealed on a wet face
Since time immemorial, wandering like a celestial butterfly
Moonlight one color less, shouting
how can the dream of an orphan in the wilderness be peaceful?
Who is it who says that the eternal lamp of the heart
can illuminate the world of the future
Rummaging everywhere, trying to find an old childhood diary
The key to the door of the heart, falls into
the boundless sea of consciousness in the realm of delusion
The Youth’s footprints on the beach of yesterday still retain the light of sunset
Who is able to use the power of the mind to enter into the realm of the spirit and visit the true secret of the universe
protecting you, from past lives to future lives
protecting you, from the sphere of emptiness to the wilderness of ignorance.
Darkness following moonlight opens the curtain, reshahar
blowing obliquely on the stars filling the sky, thick fog
taking in space, mountain, forest ...
The Traveler steps on a mysterious footstep
searching everywhere without finding the way home.
Rising tide of the new moon shore washing away an image of yesterday’s sea
next day again stepping into the footprints of the land of dreams
Far from home, the Wanderer sorely misses his family
Legend has it that the homeland of the future is ensconced inside a black hole
that spiral-like exit off to one side
Promising, to tonight’s moonlight
Street lights still bright, solitary night at the intersection
The Visitor hastily looks about, unwittingly looking back
The Master of the Pavilion guides to harbor ships returning from far away
A person occasionally looks up with a slight smile and says:
“It’s just like the Buddha Candra-surya-pradipa” □□□□□□□
White silence black fear
in endless succession ... all the clouds race toward the south
Cascading fountain pounds the drops of water dancing on the palisades
Green attire of the leaves removed by insects
─ leaving behind a network of naked veins
Light repeatedly dazzling, wind repeatedly cold
Summer clouds shimmering white
expelling a point of light, expelling a point of darkness
dusk of Slight Heat brings in an exquisite haze
Thoughts, fond of playing a game of pursuit
from the past into the future from the future into the present
Peaked waves racing wildly swerving erratically
Memory and creativity are inseparable, misty
place of dreams shrouds the blue mountains and green trees ...
There is someone who speaks all the languages of the world
who hears the voices of all beings in the ten directions
Octahedral wind of sense objects stacks up the spindrift
as that scripture of the sea of consciousness slowly turns turbid ...
On the end of a branch a sparrow jumps for joy in foreknowledge
that today the grade-13 winds blowing in from beyond the sea
won’t come in the door,
A dynamic factor jumps into a point-to-point equation see
that colorful butterfly still chasing the beautiful flowers.
Great Heat crape myrtle at the foot of Tianshan glowing red
Three pure white lotus flowers blooming next to the Baihua Stream
In a continuous drizzle, fog cozies up with affectionate mountain peak
Purple clouds in night sky embrace the bright moon
There was a cicada, accidentally knocked down by lamplight
Cool breeze wafts out from the ancient juniper
A secret sign of heaven and earth whirls above, drawing upwards
the trees on ten thousand mountains
Earth concealing a magical power, attracting
every spiritual faculty clambering downwards
Muller’s barbet following the image of yesterday’s sun makes five circumambulations
New buds burst out of their leafy clothes
Kernels break out from their mature bodies
Sun of life burns out and falls to the valley floor
The moon bearing the mark of truth shakes off yesterday’s dirt from
the valley floor slowly rising □□□□□□□

Dusk sky, typhoon makes an ink-splash painting ─
Leaf-sleeves of inclining coconut trees like three-dimensional windmills
carrying boxes of black clouds
Cornices at the front of the temple turn into waterfalls filling the sky
Old cypress listens to the concerto of the wind and rain
putting on fresh clothes
Heaven requesting a show, ten million notes of the earth dancing
Foam turns into ten billion sound bubbles, soaring and rambling
Driving a mobile bunker, zooming thru a furious storm
cloud layer gradually reduces mist, surrounding Spirit Mountain
It’s said that someone covered the sky with one hand, but
it was still seen by the hundreds of billions of bodhisattvas emerging from the ground!
Returning home, taking in a refreshing breath of three old pines
In the garden extending two arms to embrace the fragrance of grass and flowers
A bridge pensive with the mind of three thousand years
appearing in a single night.
On the Wind Pavilion, reach out and touch the tree top in a light rain
lightly, gently ......
In the mountains musical sound of a stream
Grandma Flower goes along a path covered with beautiful blossoms
Dusk just prior to a typhoon
Big red clouds on the distant horizon like wavering roses
People milling around a green curtain, looking for
that lapis lazuli bamboo grove in the native place of yore
It’s someone else's story; how to guess its meaning?
Who is fond of making waves when there is no wind, aggravating ignorance
The wind is the pushing hands of big clouds instantly
catching those flying horses filling the sky
twisting them black, smashing them to pieces
then pervading the Dharma realm dropping a heavy rain ...
Heaven and earth lock up all things
Thoughts sealed in a dark endless tunnel
a solitary lamp moves over from a long dark corridor
the Visitor, gradually getting some peace of mind.
East Coast waves, a vast chaos ever dancing out the currents of the moon
The access road of the valley of the spirit, covered by accumulated sludge, why not cleaned
Even now how to discern the scheming of sentient beings?
Fragile power of thought overloaded, roaring
Then seeing in an ancient mirror ─ Spirit Mountain
finding oneself a space-time three thousand years past
Instantly ─ another tempest on the sea of consciousness
Today, still wondering who is at the helm?
All because of getting lost in a thick fog while gathering medicinal herbs during childhood
In youth that non-reversing sailboat temporarily drops anchor
in the open waters of a phantom city
inattentive, pulled backwards by the current of delusion
Circle shrouded in fog sees not the central core
Shelled fruit restores the true appearance of life
On the pathway of tribulation, inanity accompanies quiescence
dust of ignorance coming in from all directions
In the starry sky tonight no sight in the Milky Way
of millions of twinkling fireflies
Nostrils smoking ... ignited flames of anger
becoming ten thousand surging rays of red-glowing frost ...
Just so, today’s forecast is calling for afternoon thunderstorms □□□
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In the depths of the forest, there is an old canopy
Containing the legendary tales of hunters past
Late-night dream, touching that dazzling light of the spirit
Once upon a time in an ancient library skimming thru a dreamer's book of sorcery
Traversing Spirit Mountain by night gingerly tiptoeing
lest the mountain fairies get disturbed,
Picking up a drop of enthusiasm, falling tears say goodbye
It’s said that a whale has grounded on the white sand at Danshui
Supreme faith resides in the ancient temple of the heart
Secret factor in the subconscious, follows feeling wandering all over
Taking Train No. 48 on the Northern Link Line on July 10, 2002
White clouds sailing past blue-green mountains along the way
conversing with deities of the mountains and trees
stopping at station after station,
Sights arranged on the chessboard of space, roving clouds halting on the mountain tops
Great sun blazing like an oven
crowds waving up and down
If only there were a larger outlet for the affairs of the Saha world.
On seat 53, I find a child's diary
recording the story of a distant search for his father
Outside the window a hill camouflaged in rice straw
the Youth raises flowers in ready-mixed concrete
Eager farmer plows with a yak before transplanting the rice stalks
Each sentient being in the world engaged in a love competition
Accidentally getting tripped up on the eighty-four thousand
─ strands of worry
An invisible atmospheric pressure shrouds the dull world vacillating between grief and joy
Empty‧formless
Sea‧blue
Cloud‧milky white
Light‧shining out from Felicity Guanyin's right shoulder □□□□□□□

July 13–14, 2002

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Book 36 Mailbox in a Vast Sea of People and the Paper-maker in an Empty Boat
─ The wise dove versus the pulse of the galaxy

Blazing flame condenses space-time in a dream
into a beautiful rose, then goes into hibernation
Zeal sets wind-wheel in motion, dazzling light of wisdom
transforming the water of desire into a transparent crystal
Tacit understanding revived in the wink of an eye!
If there is fear in the domain of delusion, then
past images continually persist,
repeat, spread, breed ...... floating into cascades
If there are obstructions in the phantom city, what were originally
causes and effects perpetually bind one another
revisiting old worries everywhere declaring war ......
Virtual fantasy, an ancient sailing ship drifts in from the future
Tian Creek gobies fond of hiding on top of underwater rocks
Having lost his taste for rebellion
the Youth confuses right and wrong as they appear in the nearly empty water mirror
In an unfamiliar city, the Master Craftsmen makes paper on top of an empty wooden boat
Flag atop the mast of a sailboat of unshakable determination flutters in the wind
Native place alive and kicking at the bottom of the subconscious
dripping water inscribes its signature on a cliff
Lord of the world passes off fish eyes as pearls, stepping in mud
a heartless guest chases waves out to sea! No looking back
Levee of the heart, breached by the strange beasts of the sense objects
One me crashes onto the surface of phenomena
another me remains on the bottom of a deep dark valley.
How to dim the radiance and mingle with the dust?
Comet sweeps past, a host of demons dancing in riotous revelry
Greed like the talons of an eagle tearing into all phenomena
Ground of action, formerly planted seeds of ignorance
chaotic images misplaced in the sea of dreams
Eternal seed-flame of original nature, temporarily out of order
Bright stamen network occupied by dust
obstructing all routes of transmission
The Scion Prince goes on foot following the sun
Those returning at night are like the swifts filling the sky at dusk.
How does the spirit combine with consciousness? ─
An old grandmother goes out in the middle of the night
ascending the mountain to pray,
A mysterious forest with 3,000 huge fires rising up
This theater of red flames requires the ardent participation of all of us
Why fear ─
It’s said that the murals of deities inside temples can drive away evil forces
A miraculous medicinal tree from ninety million years ago
It’s at the entrance to the Youth’s pleasure garden.


How does the mind combine with images?
There is an inner norm, guiding
the way thru the sea of consciousness
so that elephant kings and heroic lions cross over
whales and dolphins climb over mountains
See that threshing field worked by a scarecrow
The Shepherd Boy takes all the lovely sights which flow past his eyes
Places them in a dream, and waits to enjoy them alone at night
but inadvertently ends up with a hangover
losing that lovely blueprint of life.
How does light combine with form ......
Net woven of stars, in the night
quietly arousing ripples in the heart-lake of the Wanderer
Dream thus unsettled, an arrow on the string, ready to shoot
Heaven’s pulse about to be extinguished
...... waking up, still hindered
Undercurrent unable to check the movement of the new waves
Mind-consciousness, filling a basket with celestial bodies
then restoring the original self
Thought impressions, barging into the magical galaxy
careening then dropping!
A subtle mysterious factor turns dry leaves into the pulse of the Milky Way
A dragonfly flies backwards in time
A figure of a human body, invisible chains
decrypting by way of an antimatter program
A touch of tea a blade of grass, entirely chaotic questions
searching for answers in the restless sea of original nature
An image a moment of confusion, the source of dazzling confusion
blurring the latitude and longitude of the homeland of the spirit
In a dream the power of karma magically appears and disappears
Teardrops of a nymph of radiant sound, butterfly in a dream
like crystal beads sprinkling down the word “Saha” ...
Praying that the Youth will take hold of a pure idea,
passing through
the raucous world of the five turbidities
Building a house, a shell for the body
Why trample on the sounds and forms in the back garden
Ancient wild heart good for
counteracting dullness of mind ... continuing three thousand years.
Old signpost in childhood transcending time and space
appears on a rainbow in a dream
Flood inundates the route of passers by
Strong winds buffet entertainers performing on a bridge
Sunlight stored up by dark matter
air full of moist fog
The lonely Traveler looks into the distance
Polaris quietly sinking ...
Speeding convertible, skylight rolls up the water curtain filling the mountain
Mountain beyond the mountain hornbill gazes at the sky beyond the sky
Sympathy of heart and mind, no news for a long time
Footpath after a summer rain dense green shadow
providing cool shade to sentient beings
Flowering and fruiting in the four seasons, road of light and shadow goes forward
Glossy green leaves, coming forth year after year
Spacious mountain with cypress trees supporting the sky and penetrating the clouds
flock of birds searching in vain for a hidden treasure on the summit
If out for a leisurely stroll, why stumble?
If not for Hanshan, how could Shide have gotten by?
A broken clay urn,
containing an ancient inconceivable coincidence
The Traveler picks up from the beach the Youth’s nautical log
inverted images and sound, racing back in time
─ into the Youth’s time at sea
Thinking of inviting the moon to step out into the night sky the Traveler
restores another self in an uncharted point in time
Grassland sheds its icy attire, green countenance joining the dance of the flower-drunk butterflies
Forlorn sound of lonely raindrops outside the awe-inspiring sound
Double Seven Festival‧New Year’s Eve Ghost Festival‧ Lantern Festival
lunar calendar reviews a year of the new century
The Traveler discovers an ancient bamboo slip in a vault
When you close your eyes, it guides you thru magical images of the past
Childhood hometown scarecrow soaked by rain
Can’t tell whether he’s crying ......
It’s said that behind a black hole in the spiraling Milky Way
there is a beautiful butterfly in a celestial city
the eternal coordinates of all the heavenly bodies in the universe
Polaris directing clouds and purple lightning, occasionally
stirring up turbulence in the clear sky ...
In the virtual world another flood peak of antimatter
Accumulated dust of the ages instantly swept into emptiness
A jade-like cabbage, emerges from the ground
bringing to light the secret lair of dark matter
Thumb, presses humble index between the eyebrows
Boundless faith guides faltering feet onto the road
Peak of Spirit Mountain covered in pure white snow all day
slopes ever scorched by raging fire
Once faith emerges victorious, then it’s possible to take to wing!
Night clouds fond of playing hide and seek with the stars
Blunted moonlight of the crescent moon
Look of distraction turn of thought ─
Mood drifts into a lotus blooming in a crescent pond
Muller’s barbets play hide and seek among the Indian olive trees
Sparrows play hopscotch on the branches of the flowering crab apple trees
someone’s shadow falls on the horizon
Thinking of someone, eyes emerging
instantly looking but losing the actual state of affairs
close the eyes and ears, inside all things juxtaposed
Next to the Wind Pavilion the first red maple leaf
That cinnabar-like explosive, instantly flashes
sky of raging flames
A heat wave brandishing ten thousand rays of white light fired obliquely
from its snow-white sleeves.
Mountain temple in Slight Heat,
surging waves‧adding layers of lace
waving sea‧gold patterns strung together
Scorching sun watching from on high the passionately whirling daylight
The Youth fond of the limelight yet unable to find himself
Inside something quite bizarre still angry
occasionally on the silver screen of the night sky seeing with my own eyes
the entrance to Spirit Mountain ...
Summer peaches, fresh, tender, and juicy, never on par with
that sweet memory of using snow to brew tea over a charcoal fire
Ears absorb aspirations directed towards the sea of intention
Eyes receiving sights, entering the valley of the spirit
Blustering nostrils cruising amongst the flowers
Only the wisdom of discrimination is
the photographer of the true appearance of all things in the universe
shooting in a deep dark valley,
In a gray mist waving the sword of light!
It’s said that a typhoon is on the way
Sea-sky already draped in a red ribbon
Tonight a big monster made of dark clouds and stormy winds
calls the shots ─
Assailing the fragile faith of the lord of sentient beings
The heart-palace of object-contingent mental factors ruthlessly attacked
Storm gales pound the green mountain valley‧birds take cover
Heavy rain floods innumerable worlds‧beasts stopped in their tracks
Volleys of grade-13 winds stretch out
the cuffs of heaven and earth
Rain cascading off the eaves, anxious crystals weaving into
a transparent silver shield ......
Roadside mailbox drifts off course in the vast sea
A white dove follows its instinctual
wisdom of survival
Heaven instantly harmonious and comfortable
Earth in a moment becoming miraculously quiet □□□□□□□

July 18, 2002

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Book 37 The Road
─ Today, on Great Heat, lying on the earth like a Reclining Buddha

Glowing sunrise lights up the sky
This morning someone beside himself in song
Children happily gathering herbs on the mountain
The naughty little Shepherd Boy plants his feet on the ground
swinging both hands as if to take off
Startling a long-horned deer off in the distance
who bolt to the seashore ...
Thunder rolling over the horizon to the accompaniment of a gurgling spring
Loud and clear voice of the wooden fish repeatedly calls out
Dense clouds hold a chime ringing out a paean
come from the sky beyond the sky endlessly repeating
Whirling about, seven days and nights and another seven times ...
Pulsing rhythm penetrates beyond the awe-inspiring sound
Conch calls out to the innermost feelings of the pure-hearted child of the native place
Wind blows in from centerless space
─ shouting out to my original true self.
A vase of pure water constantly giving off the sound of raindrops from beyond the three realms of existence
A supremely deep and subtle scripture in
the image displayed in the azure-blue sky
In the east, forested peaks, flourishing green, immeasurably high
In the west, a stream cascading pellucid
In the south, a gorgeous red hourglass
In the north, a consummate eternal realm of pure black-light tranquility
At the entrance it is necessary to silently recite ─
To purify body, speech, and mind
to pacify the earth with a secret mantra
A burning torch rises up from a deep valley
The five notes of the traditional pentatonic scale‧can’t give full expression to all the shadowy phenomena of the natural world
Outside the five-li pavilion the Child welcomes those returning
The eight traditional meters‧can’t reckon all the dust in the world of sentient beings
At the roadside, where are the footprints of yesterday’s wanderers
In the light countless forms undergo transformations
innumerable towering green trees spring up from the ground
Prayer is the consolation furnished by the mind of the bodhisattva
In a finger-snap dashing to pieces that overgrown mountain of defilements
Taking refuge is for the benefit of the masses
The celestial mind of all the buddhas reflected in the moon’s brightness, the tide and sky rendered symphonious by the wind
The silver candle of the fifth watch, up high leading a chorus:
Road…dew…dawn…road…sunrise…road…sunshine…road…sunset…road…dew…road…wind blows…road…rain…road…dew…moonrise…road…moonlight…road…moonset…road…dew…road…goat cart…road…deer cart…road…bullock cart…road…great white bullock cart……road…dew…tears of a brokenhearted one…road…dew…road…happy boy putting on a satire…road…dew…road…melancholy merchant…road…dew…road…the Traveler sighs…road…dew…road…village celebrating the harvest festival… road…dew…road…guesthouse at dusk, the Wanderer pops in for a look…road…dew…road …egret dancing on the back of a cow…road…dew…road…the Youth’s beautiful voice resonates in the sky…road…dew…road…road…road…road……Hi…Who are you…Hi…Who is he…Hi…Who I am…Hi…Who is that…road…dew…road…Oh...wondering who you are…Oh...wondering who he is…Oh...wondering who I am…Oh...wondering who he is…road…dew…road…O…You are him…O…You are me…O…You are him…O…He is me…O…He is you…O…I am him…O…road……dew…road…O…So he is you…O…So he is him…O…So he is me…O…road…dew…road…road…road…road……O…mark…O…discriminating all phenomena in the universe…O…breaking out of the cocoon…O…I see discrimination of phenomena…O…with the divine eye I see myself…O…seeing as if not seeing, seeing that unattainable me, silently crouched inside…O…road…dew…road…road…road…road……waking to the drum of heaven…waking to the drum of heaven…waking to the drum of heaven…reef is the string, waves pull the bow, boundless vigor strong enough to topple the mountains and overturn the seas...drum of heaven wakes all sentient beings of the great trichiliocosm, as numerous as the sands in the Ganges…fearsome thunder...fearsome thunder... fearsome thunder...flaming seeds of ignorance lit on the sea of karma, instantly flames leap up and sear the ten directions and three times, past, present, and future…a scripture on the boundless sea of consciousness…fearsome thunder, lineage of the Buddha arises with conditions, a newly blooming sunflower welcomes the great sun…road…dew…road…road……
Drum originates dance,
dance until sunset
I’m rewarded with a golden drum
Golden drum displays the face of the native place
face guides my eternal yearning
yearning merges with my silent visualization
Visualizing the august Spirit Mountain
on the summit of Spirit Mountain‧under the Bodhi Tree
petrified traces of blood left by sentient beings
drum originates dance ─
Dancing until the sound of a chime comes in from all directions
Reciting an ancient Saha rhyme continually passed down
to the present day
Who is it who can sing a dust-free Moonlight Sonata chanting out
The secret space-time password which uproots all karmic obstacles to rebirth in the Pure Land
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Aging photograph of a padlock sealing
a darkroom holding a story from three thousand years ago
Night, lost child crying
A startled bird barges into the dreamy domain of delusion
A cluster of meteors storms into the night sky of darkness
Who is it who takes that limitless optical network of tacit understanding, boundless and unimpeded
Staining it, bit by bit turning it into the obstructions of defiled sensory perception
Pulverizing the space of a dream
congesting the castle of desire ...
The Youth leisurely reclines on the bank of the Cao River
in a dream, trespassing in the deluding realm of Mara, making karma
Instantly all the gods hermetically seal his heart and mind
so that tonight that lamp of pure vision
remains forever lit in that deep dark valley!
At the foot of a verdant mountain, there is a lapis lazuli bamboo grove
Misty bright wave crests roll off the fingertips
In the lapis lazuli mirror of the sea a group of visitors
prepares fifty-three manuscripts of plays
Garnered from seeking wisdom in the south.
Late at night, the Traveler looks everywhere for lodging, all in vain
Moonlight obliquely enters thru the window, sound of a crying baby
exacerbates that ancient melancholy of homesickness
Elegant intonation of a bell, arriving from the distant dusky
Wave-listening temple it’s
A riddle given to the Traveler by heaven
to see how he goes about finding himself ─
…road…road…dew…road…a newly blooming sunflower welcomes the great sun, lineage of the Buddha arises with conditions, fearsome thunder...a scripture on the boundless sea of consciousness…past, present, and future, instantly flames leap up and sear the ten directions and three times, flaming seeds of ignorance lit on the sea of karma…fearsome thunder... fearsome thunder...fearsome thunder...drum of heaven wakes all sentient beings of the great trichiliocosm, as numerous as the sands in the Ganges…reef is the string, waves pull the bow, boundless vigor strong enough to topple the mountains and overturn the seas…waking to the drum of heaven…waking to the drum of heaven…waking to the drum of heaven……road…road…road…road…dew…road…O…seeing as if not seeing, seeing that unattainable me, silently crouched inside…O…with the divine eye I see myself…O…discriminating all phenomena in the universe…O…mark…O……road…road…road…road…dew…road…O…So he is me …O…So he is him…O…So he is you…O…road…dew……road…O…I am him…O…He is him…O…He is me…O…You are him…O…You are me…O…You are him …O…road…dew…road…wondering who he is…Oh...wondering who I am…Oh…wondering who he is…Oh...wondering who you are…Oh...road…dew…road…Who is that…Hi…Who I am… Hi …Who is he… Hi …Who are you… Hi……road…road…road…road…dew…road…the Youth’s beautiful voice resonates in the sky…road…dew…road…egret dancing on the back of a cow…road…dew…road…guesthouse at dusk, the Wanderer pops in for a look…road…dew…road…village celebrating the harvest festival…road…dew…road…the Traveler sighs…road…dew…road…melancholy merchant…road…dew…road…happy boy putting on a satire…road…dew…road… tears of a brokenhearted one…dew…road……great white bullock cart…road…bullock cart…road…deer cart…road…goat cart…road…dew…road…moonset…road…moonlight…road…moonrise…dew…road…rain ...road…wind blows ... road…dew…road…sunset…road… sunshine…road…sunrise…dew…road
Ink dark night sky, the Scion Drifter
barricaded alone inside a sad illusion
Heaven and earth topsy-turvy, wreaking havoc on the rhythm of the seasons
Golden cicada of the autumn sky gone to the dream net of the Spring Equinox
contending to see who buzzes best ...
Cowshed in an ancient hamlet with only the Shepherd Boy
but no cattle,
In the illusion-like liminal world no shadows are visible
no sounds are heard
High in the clouds a fairy maiden scatter flowers
only to fall into the bottomless world of red dust ...
The wise one sees all things in the ten directions and three times
Instantly appearing
in himself, genuine, pure, and bright.
Raindrops falling like beaded crystals
purl of gurgling springs coming down from the ancient hill beyond the hill
Turbid zone of form feeling perception conditioning consciousness
No pith, just a karma-making tree
Falling leaves all around stirring ripples in the dream soul
performing an inverted drama of illusion and delusion,
See him in the daytime with open arms holding up the sky
but when night comes his wandering restless heart
searches everywhere in vain for a place to rest ...
Dusk smoke from the cooking fires of an old hamlet
Billowing clouds floating in the ten directions tease forth
the Traveler’s dark mood
Off in the distance, the Master of the Pavilion has a premonition of the coming storm
Suddenly a flash of purple lightning with blue frost
birds hide, beasts run
Who is it who can wield that jeweled vajra sword severing
the ropes of the eighty-four thousand defilements binding himself
In plain view in the sunlight
His body on the earth like a reclining Buddha.
Brilliant curtain of the sunset glow tumultuous
Dancing wildly on the horizon,
a red wheel silently plunges to the bottom of the sea
welling with hope for the universe … drawing
Moonlight instantly appears ─
Mother fond of singing hums a lullaby, escorting
babe in arms to sleep
​Seven-colored rainbow, the celestial backdrop of the village’s open-air theater
Boys blowing pearl-bubbles passing in front of elders’ eyes
The Youth dressed in a coir raincoat and leaf hat hurries along a twisting border path
for a date with the rain
The Maiden planting a garden this year, twice as large as last year
Child pouting, singing loudly
a happy song of the purple-gold robe
The homesick Wanderer under the boundless starry sky alone
chewing on his homesickness
Shape and shadow, present vestiges rooted in the past
all set in the rocking chair of dreams
Light and shade, following wind and wave, floating into the illusory sea, wandering
Lovers languishing in the wicker basket of love
A pair of deeply melancholy eyes in the million flowers
after wantonly overflowing lightly touching the moonlight
Genial breeze entering the eighty-four thousand pores
Suddenly, the tongue rolls inward
tasting the taste of tranquility ......
Pair of palms fan the wind into the sky at the height of summer
Today, Great Heat.

Great Heat (July 23–24), 2002
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Book 38 The Courageous Youth
─ Dream of an interstellar channel · Setting out from Polaris

Waves push tide, billows soar
Beguiling consciousness draws eyes and ears into battling tops
Roaring tsunami leaps straight into the sky
Wings of the night pass thru the boundless darkroom of the universe
fragile dike around the heart-city of humanity gradually collapses
The Youth resolves to become the Great Lord of Healing
Blockade deluding stereotypes, give the gift of fearlessness
Mortals feebly groaning
Central nervous system in chaos
Indicator lights of introspection, all
dim under a thick layer of dust
Still in one’s proper place, but unable to turn around
7:30 in the morning pedestrians on the sidewalk
Slowly entering the mad dash of rush hour
Thoughts of desire, hunting down the soul
Thundershowers and scorching temperatures of Great Heat
Randomly laid out streets in four directions, east, south, west, north
suddenly under water
Mysterious eyes of the Wanderer scan a crowd trying to find his first sweetheart
The novelist holds an umbrella in the rain
on a mountain trail trying to find inspiration
Accidentally stepping thru the ten mysterious gates, exploring
only to discover that the seabed of the vast sea of kalpas is breathing
At sunset, the denizens of the primordial native place sing and dance in praise of heaven
A big roc spreads its wings and flies south thru a cloudless sky
elsewhere on a high peak, climbers’ feet pursue the summit
The Youth’s jump rope of childhood
has become his rigging of today
In the treasure palace of the sea of awakening
Longnu turns a grindstone
Grinding out an arrangement of essence‧characteristics‧and function
Who is it who can recognize the customs clearance equation of the "one true Dharma realm"
summoning the samadhi of tranquility‧the swirling see of bodhisattva wisdom
Open that immaculate treasure scroll within
To reveal the boundless excellence of life.
New universe with an old legend of a meteor ─
If the eyes can follow the track of the Milky Way
then it becomes possible to pilot that silver sailboat of unshakable determination
in search of the hidden treasures of outer space
Meditation is for examining old memories, but because of
so many incredible past experiences
unsettled thoughts float up
drifting in the space of a future dream ......
The essence of the mind is originally bright, but it wanders off, losing touch with
the real situation
Low pressure system absorbs all the thin clouds in the sky
compressing them into a highly dangerous storm
trifling with the river of life ... a game of up and down,
Someone fond of dreaming, darting off, delusional thoughts in tow
Nonchalantly barging into the sea of consciousness to get entangled in clambering
then quietly retreating
Wake up, the assembly on Spirit Mountain is still in session
Zhaozhou tea still richly fragrant
Right now who is it who can pick up that flower in the house of Aquarius
and wear a half smile?
On the mountain a deer goes away without looking back
Who is it who applies past attachments to the wounds of today
Roof tiles on an old house of red bricks
already congealed by time into bright green crystals
in the moonlight wrapping up memories of each generation
that dream of sentient beings,
Towering hill on a ridge, a paper sculpture
carved by the sharp ax of the wind
Exposed rock on the shoreline, a liquid knife’s
superb craftsmanship
Pavilion beyond a pavilion, drawing red a visitor wondering
Who is coming for dinner tonight.
Water lettuce appears on the other side of the pond
Miracles always happen in resonance
with inner purity ......
Country boy content with his humble lot
Sketching and painting, playing with a memory puzzle of pictograms and symbols
A traveling photographer photographs this eccentric melody
just then, the door to the theaters of heaven and earth opens
A red glow comes pouring out!
The Youth’s pure convictions run aground on the beach of the sea of consciousness
Giving and receiving, tacit understanding of love reduces the distance
between you, me, him, and her
In generosity and love, sentiment swallows
the illusory time-space of circumstantial and direct karmic recompense
Roaming about, you drop anchor on a virtual highway
Yet on a dream-like sea you haul in the anchor and set sail ...
wind of the sense-objects stirs up waves, surging floodwaters
Pouring into the barren wilderness formerly assailed by the ubiquitous water of ignorance
effecting a repeat of fresh green ─
Pedestrian’s mysterious cuff, ensconcing
the miraculous wheel of the true Dharma
The courageous Youth in his lonely lair beneath the boundless starry sky
appreciates the well of heaven spiraling thru the Milky Way
Two eyebrows follow a meteor beyond the awe-inspiring sound ...
dyeing blocks of composite color brought in by the westerly wind of early autumn.

Red maple leaf falls freshly cut cloud
A little girl puts on new clothes in preparation for the coming change of seasons
confusing the footsteps of the four seasons,
Twenty-four solar terms vying to highlight their individual character
The lord of the eight main seasons enters the fray, in the end
The Autumnal Equinox carries off first prize!
The Wanderer leisurely reclining on an old wicker chair in the Wanhong Pavilion
closing his eyes, in an instant the sound of rattling drums
comes in from all directions and removes all the dust from his ears,
An ancient compass pointing the way home unveils a wisdom equation
Exploring, welcoming light, hints of preliminary understanding are everywhere
A secret factor reveals a genial picture ─
a mother observing the gratitude of her child long gone
Instantly, a thousand peaches spread out the curtain of spring
ten thousand thickets of bamboo weave a basket of green summer
At night ten billion candles illuminate the reverie-inducing autumn sky
Winter snow falling as profusely as the sands of the Ganges
constructing a silvery ice-world of winter
A yogi fells hollow bamboo and trees, intoning
the subtly flowing sound of heaven ......
In the primitive universe there is a Great Resting Stalactite
Majestically independent amongst great mountains
Thoughts, crookedly shuttle back and forth in that revolving door
Childhood stories go straight into an inconceivable world
Tales and legends in competition ─
The Youth sojourns in a foreign city, looking for
that drummer at the helm
Country kids fond of dances never danced before
Flaming wheel, a scorching mass of red
Atop Mount Lu is a brazier
Containing 42 randomly strewn letters ...... imprinting
the eight thousand inner layers of the sea of clouds ...
Blue water covered with transparent bubbles
Verdant ridgeline wind extracting flowers from the clouds
Dark green lake misty rain exuding morning fog
Beautiful rivers and streams‧fallen leaves floating in space
How can they deduce his whereabouts?
Withered leaves blown by the wind transform into the red glow of evening
In the window of dusk, a mother patiently
accompanies her son preparing for the upcoming exams
Nightingale’s shining eyes radiating power and vitality
Contention all because of the boundless passionate compassion of the bodhisattva
Distant twilight, lighthouse urging fishing boats back to harbor
Road, full of people rushing about like meteors
Is it brick, tile, ceramic, or porcelain or perhaps
that golden sand recurring in a dream?
Suddenly, a gust of wind blows thru a desolate wilderness
quietly disturbing the Traveler’s footprints
Bats in the night scurrying all around
The little girl is not happy, because she has no friends
Yogi on the move from Waking of Insects until it’s almost winter
─ winter frost, early snow
Recalling his childhood hometown, cabbage, sweet and delicious
Old tractor fitted with a new engine
Stellar channel of a dream, starting out from Polaris
A mysterious ancient boat resting on a deep seabed from eighty-four thousand years ago
today, suddenly weighing anchor and setting sail.
The sack of the universe releases
an all-encompassing thunderstorm, overturning the rivers and upsetting the seas
A play of conflict performed in a chaotic illusion
A ray of white light at the center lying in ambush, detained in the devil’s clutches
Delusions shuttle about in the virtual space of the phantom city of the ten directions and three times
drifting in the continuous network of a dream
All things in the universe enter into the eyes of illusion
parading everywhere like a lantern adorned with revolving paper horses
Desire, launches a sneak attack on the citadel of the mind
challenging the numinous pivot of the palace of the ancient kings
after encountering the master of the jade garden of the stamen palace
wondering how to retreat
Mood affected by a storm on the sea of consciousness
Attachment ensconced in the murky aggregate of form
ever challenging the test of time,
Sentient beings searching for repressed memories in the swirls on their fingertips
Formula of the Saha world mercilessly sealed only
with the password of love is it possible to sign in.
Riverbank buffaloes mounted by egrets, as if
back at the lakeside of an erstwhile dream
Who is it who made off with that southern island ─
It’s said that tonight the island’s host is entertaining strangers from afar
Who is able to set in motion the mind of sincerity,
linking up with the altruistic mind of the bodhisattva
Light
and
shadow
hourglass ...... from the primordial Realm of the Awe-inspiring Sound outside of the kalpa
up to the present ─ gently
massaging the entire universe
residing in the heart
Outside the window subtle sound of rain
moist eyes in a dream
Today's weather is expected to be overcast with occasional showers
Outside the Wind Pavilion, a child's singing and humming
in my dream, free of speculation
Thoughts ...... randomly swirling
traveling on the buoyancy of serenity ......

Great Heat (July 29), 2002
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Book 39 Preface to the Master of the Wanhong Pavilion Visits the Hejing Pavilion
─ Record of a dream in the Cushu Pavilion

Mushrooms are the ceremonial parasols and canopies of the ant kingdom
Tree mushrooms are the stunning flowers of dead wood
A grove of sacred trees hidden in a secluded mountain forest
Before a waterfall, reaching out to caress the streaming flow
But accidentally pricking it with the shadows of their foliage
Someone intent on climbing the summit ─ not knowing
that the mountain spirits have already been disturbed
Low pressure system circulates beyond the mountains
city people without peace of mind
All covenants of the past, present and future
bound up by that mind of clambering,
Someone’s solemn commitment, nothing but
a random gust of wind blowing south ...
Jugs of good wine aged for three hundred years still stored in a cellar back in the native place
Thousands of solitary boats adrift on the rolling waves of endless rivers
On this side a small child builds a sand castle
over there an urchin draws cakes to stave off his hunger,
Dawn releases the first glimmerings of light
East, hanging high an early-morning landscape painting depicting the first awakening of love.
A travel-weary sightseer passes by countless road signs
striding into ─ the ultimate excellent destination
The pollution index of the primordial sea of consciousness steadily climbing
All things spinning in reverse at the tip of the brow
sensual pleasures directing the senses, pushing away and returning
Nowadays who has regard for the customs and practices of the ancients
see that boy walking backwards under the street lights,
An unimaginable story circulating in the window of virtual animation
Dark world of darkness gestating
a miraculous red-glowing flower
Astounded heartbeat plows thru ─ the guardrail of mindfulness
It’s said that there is a yogi who searches for himself all day long
A host all day looking for guests
Pressing wind speeding rain
A small child long orphaned
alone in the fog of the vast mountain running
Blessings of heaven, a condor
on high guiding someone’s spiritual eye.
On the last day of Great Heat display windows in city shops get a makeover
Summer clothes make an emergency evacuation like ants on hot sand
Brass pipe bells hanging from the eaves struck by the wind, sound of autumn approaching
Conch sounds off towards the west
setting sun responds sending back three strikes of the timpani!
Since time immemorial, those optical fibers of reality hired out to the network of illusion
on the sea of consciousness, still connected, not given up
bound up by a huge illusory spider
In the wet sticky trap, you are wrapped up prey
Tonight who is it who elevated the stage thirty feet
preventing the novice actors from taking the stage
Dream of a pioneer, holding up a flower
shuttling about at a feast under the stars
The Wanderer solicitously attends on all sentient beings
Pisces sneaks into the Milky Way
A little girl uses the pure power of the mind to blockade the maze of desire
Gently letting out a long sigh, saying:
"I’m not lamenting, just taking a deep breath of relief."
Why is the Visitor pacing on the road of time, perhaps
because the mind of greed is fond of being desperately in love
following it to the frontier of insanity!
Glacial lake in a canyon,
reflecting ─
the jade sea constellation of the Milky Way in the Flower-repository Realm
each star absorbed one by one into that black hole
of ten thousand anxieties.
Sandstorm fills the sky, obscuring the childlike mind
bright mirror of inherent simplicity
A mote of dust,
obstructs the movements of 3000000000000000 sightseers
a square screen, pulling in the optical fibers of visual perception
A response of tacit understanding, destroyed by all phenomena!

Dusk a red wheel hanging upside down in the clear blue river
accompanied by falling blossoms, strangling the Traveler's visual train of thought
Those on their way home, all temporarily detained
All because of the frivolity of youth, wantonly leaving home
Now returning to that native place
yet unable to bring to rest those itchy feet ...
It’s the layman in the focal length
It’s the Stranger beyond sensitization
In a moment, trees grow new tender shoots
A covenant made with an old pine in childhood has yet to be realized
Today, even if holding the setting sun in my hands, how to go home?
Instantly the eternal lamp-flame of clear vision in the hands of an old friend
─ flashes in the sky
not to be extinguished even by all the dark matter filling the sky!
Axis of the universe, on the meridian forming the boundary between heaven and earth
there is an energy animating the illusory core of space
Hundreds of billions of optical fibers connected therein, simultaneously interlacing
Sentient beings as countless as the sands of the Ganges connecting to the Internet looking for
our mystery ...
Newborn child boats down from the mountains
having his first experience of dancing with water
Midnight bell in the ancient temple binding
the dreaming soul of the Traveler outside the gate,
Tomorrow's stage, will not reduce his part in the play
Boy throwing stones into the lake ─
turbulent waves, interpenetrating
forming into a floating cradle of dry leaves ...
In a deep remote valley are found the mysterious ruins of the capital city of a former kingdom
the Drunken guest falls in the mud, unable to restrain the moving wind and dust
Nymphs in a mural painted on an ancient wall, head adorned with
eternally fresh flowers ... twittering for one hundred centuries
Pipa in hand, musical tone flowing from the past ever unbroken
silent sound ...... infiltrating the illusory aggregate of form.
On the bank, a northern golden orb weaver weaves its wavy net
capturing a gnat lured by greed
Lightning-like fire light of knowledge and awakening
incinerates the blurred images of sense desire
Sentient beings bewildered by magic-like transpositions
Asteroids as numerous as the sands of the Ganges flowing in the Milky Way
There is a comet with an empennage emitting countless dazzling rays of light
cruising in the vast universe
Three-month-old baby, still breastfeeding
Red sun peeks out through a hole in the clouds
golden compact disk bursts out of the blue sky
Dusty eyes lost in the jungle of phenomena
Early autumn summer sun gradually in recession
The Youth fond of showing off his beautiful plumage
Little does he know that that distant rainbow
is the sensitization of the sea-seal and the focal length of Spirit Mountain
the outcome of a portrait shot at ─ half ─ speed.

Orb of the setting sun slowly drops next to the Wanhong Pavilion
Instantly countless glimmering stars fill the sky
The Visitor regretfully deviates from the axis all because
of an obsession with the whereabouts of a dream
The Youth’s speeding metal horse knocks over a roadside lotus urn
scaring the wits out of a red-eared terrapin taking a bath therein
Bubbles rise up from the rain-soaked earth, each empty
Solitary tree branches, in
rolling puddles lay out gulfs
vying to form a new alliance,
Desire disguised as fulfilling a dream, hidden inside all things
ever ready to launch a sneak attack on the subtle perception of the childlike mind ─
When vain imaginings turn into billows by chance combining with
the grade-13 winds of sense objects
Gnosis needs to turn inwards to find the formula for decoding the self.
An ancient story has it, that the people of antiquity had no language
no alphabet ...... never spoke of principles
The Wanderer has been roaming these dusty tracks for three thousand years
A cocoon of old, as it were a secret chamber, transforms into an Arcadia
Youth group of the native place fond of diving into water from atop high cliffs
Eyes and ears pierced by dazzling objects
misleading the direction of travel!
Night bats circle above, instantly covering one hundred kilometers
A lion-like Cornish rex, head topped with snow-white curly fur
quietly passing by
everything in the universe, flourishing emerald green ...
At the beginning of the universe, deities came and beat a drum
A golden road came down from heaven
in the beginning, people walked on it
in the end, people still follow it
At the intersection‧guests and hosts scattered about
master and guest exchange results.
Beyond the awe-inspiring sound primordial nebulous clusters fly wing to wing with the Milky Way
Sky-filling meteor shower pouring down from the vast sky, like lapis lazuli
13 billion years ago, a brilliant, fragrant banner of the native place
turned into a non-reversing sailing ship traversing the Milky Way for a hundred thousand years
The kindly feet of the Master of the Wanhong Pavilion scan over
that boundless corridor of time of sentient beings
along the way, although a nymph scatters down flowers
after a rain ...... they all turn into mud
Informing the Vagrant, that old house on the outskirts of Shili
two of four rooms are occupied
Following the rotation of an ancient compass, the Traveler collides
with the secret pulse of the universe, tracing the legend of that old tree with broken limbs
only to enter into a dream in that mysterious Cushu Pavilion ─
A spiraling cloud in a cloud reels into a hole in a hole
displaying an astronomical wonder
Suddenly, the big feet of the Master of the Wanhong Pavilion appear in that hole in the clouds.

The Scion Prince tracks a huge colorful flying monster
See it covering heaven and earth, obscuring
the yogi’s bright lamp of pure vision
Arriving at the Hejing Pavilion, thirsty for a drink of water
Suddenly, a crane appears in the well
pulling out a beautiful rainbow!
Birth of Autumn sprays down its piercing light
Wondering who it was who quietly opened the window of dream last night
putting the misty days of White Dew in cold storage
Light rain draws out the Wanderer’s melancholy
Next to the Baihua stream small bridge still wet green
Autumn sounds and sea breeze arrive from afar
translucent drops of luminous water
Teary mottled bamboo gracefully dancing in the wind.
Millennium fir clothes freshly washed, instantly
a spiritual energy gushes from the ground
sweeping away all doubts that Great Heat lingers on ─
Listen to the midnight bell reverberating beyond the sky
Silent space, hundreds of billions of light years ago
an ancient mirror whirling inside a culvert instantly
Mountains and rivers combine into signlessness, collected
in an opaque glass bottle for a lodging
Transition ‧ □□□□□□□

─ Birth of Autumn (August 11–12), 2002

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