When all hope of
— Ma Chih-Yuan
Profit and fame is gone,
Yes and no, right and wrong
Lose their meanings.
The world no longer
Draws me to the front door.
Green trees lean over
And shade a corner of the house.
Blue hills fill to perfection
The space over the wall.
Here is a simple
Bamboo fence and thatched cottage.
For so long here
— Dogen (1200-1253)
Without worldly attachments,
I have renounced literature and writing;
I may be a monk in a mountain temple,
Yet, am still moved in seeing gorgeous blossoms
Scattered by the spring breeze,
And hearing the warbler’s lovely song
Let others judge my meager efforts.
Green waters and verdant mountains
— Keizan Jokin (1264-1325)
Are the places to walk in meditation;
By the streams or under the trees
Are places to clear the mind.
Never forget it;
This urges on the will to seek enlightenment.
The first state is identical
— Lankavatara Sutra
with the eighth stage.
Since there are no stages that exist,
how could there be a sequence of stages?
— Shotetsu (1381-1459)
Even for one
is a place
must the parent bamboos watch
their young shoots
as they grow!