Wednesday, June 16, 2010

calderas' isthmus






Ask the site of meditation
Why even numberless exercise
Would lead only to empty old age !
Polishing bricks to make mirrors,
Hoarding snow to use a foodstuff__
How many youths are thus deceived;
A feather swallows the great ocean?
A mustard seed contains the Sumeru?
The Golden Dhuta is gently smiling.
Enlightened, one transcends the ten stages and three vehicles.
The sluggards must join the four creatures and six ways.
Who has heard below the Thoughtless Cliff,
Beneath the Shawdowless Tree,
The cuckoo's one call greeting the dawn of Spring?

--written by a monk in the book entitled, Journey to the West

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

sun wukong and the monk

There is One race here : the human race to ask....
When will the quest end for fortune and fame,
This tyrant of early rising and retiring late?
Riding on mules they long for noble steeds;
By now prime ministers, they hope to be kings.
For food and raiment they suffer stress and strain,
Never fearing Yama's call to reckoning.
Seeking wealth and power to give to sons of sons,
There's not one ever willing to turn back.
Sun WuKong



There are many who are now, "willing to turn back" and step forward. So what are we waiting for?

Blessings to my wife, Li Chen for gifting me with an amazing English translation of an abridgment of The Journey to the West