Withdraw now from
The invisible pounding and weaving
Of your ingrained ideas.
If you want to be rid of this
Invisible turmoil, you must just sit
Through it and let go of everything.
Attain fulfillment and illuminate thoroughly.
Light and shadow altogether forgotten.
Drop off your own skin,
And the sense-dusts will be fully purified.
The eye then readily discerns the brightness.
— Hongzhi Zhengjue (1091–1157)
When enlightened Zen masters
Set up teachings for a spiritual path,
The only concern
Is to clarify the mind
To arrive at its source.
It is complete in everyone,
Yet people turn away
From this basic mind
Because of their illusions.
Beware of gnawing
The ideogram of nothingness:
Your teeth will crack.
Swallow it whole,
And you’ve a treasure
Beyond the hope
Of Buddha and the Mind.
The east breeze
Fondles the horse’s ears:
How sweet the smell of plum.
— Karasumaru-Mitsuhiro (1579–1638)
There is a road to emptiness
By which everyone can arrive.
Those who do arrive
Realize that its rich flavor is lasting.
The ground of mind
Doesn't produce useless plants;
Naturally the body radiates light.
I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and banked with thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?