In the night the bells of the mountain temple
Are swung by the wind from the pines.
From my bed of stone by the wintry lamp
I can hear the flowering rain of Buddha.
— Wang Wen-lu
How profoundly silent is the temple of Tao!
Boundless and infinite,
It is the dwelling place of the divine.
The light-hall is wide and high,
Yet awed by silence.
Forgetful of words I roam and rest here
I have discarded the world of fame and profit.
— Ni Tsan (1301-1374)
In all things be a master
Of what you do and say and think.
Are you quiet?
Quieten your body.
Quieten your mind.
By your own efforts
Waken yourself, watch,
And live joyfully.
Follow the truth of the way.
Reflect upon it.
Make it your own.
It will always sustain you.
— Buddha from the Dhammapada
Careful! Even moonlit dewdrops,
If you’re lured to watch,
Are a wall before the Truth.
— Sogyo (1667–1731)
You ask me why I stay on this blue mountain?
I smile but do not answer.
My mind is at ease!
Peach blossoms and flowing streams
Pass away without a trace.
How different from the mundane world!