| [ Buddhism ] in KIDS 글 쓴 이(By): guest (yearjin) 날 짜 (Date): 1994년06월24일(금) 14시18분37초 KDT 제 목(Title): 영어로 쓰인 禪詩 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Life and Death AUTHOR: Jung KWANG SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 2 NOTES: A poem by Jung KWANG, Korean Buddhist painter and poet who visited on 19-20th Oct 1980 Taizan MAEZUMI Roshi at the Zen Center of Los Angeles The white cloud, waving its hand, Is drifting towards the western sky. The stone Buddha in the temple hall Keeps snoring through his nose, not knowing how to fly, Awakened from deep sleep and dream. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Milton Avery AUTHOR: Jill BART SOURCE: Blind Donkey, June 1990, Vol 11, No 3, pp. 38 NOTES: In Woodstock we saw your "White Chicken", its red cock's comb- your thumbsmear; its wet paint scratched into feathers by finger- nails or woden match. You and those old Taoist masters-unbraided queues dipped in sumi-ink to create a swish of mountain, or make a stream rush through. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Before the mountain and by grace AUTHOR: Myochi Roko Sherry CHAYAT SOURCE: Butsumon - The Gate of the Buddha, Vol. VI, Spring 1990, pp.15 NOTES: A Sept 1985 poem by Myochi Roko Sherry CHAYAT, Director , the Zen Center of Syracuse, dedicated to Maurine Stuart, Roshi (1992-1990) Before the mountain and by grace of nature I was allowed to realize "Oh! I am only a child!" Tendered by spruce and birds I saw without my usual defenses and endless thinking I know anything or everything coming between me and creation. By the same grace, in this zendo you so caringly teach and encourage, allow one to receive and realize your living tissue Dharma. This nourished in your wilderness as well I am able to ask "Will you help me learn to give this life as given ?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: listening, I hear your great peace, AUTHOR: Myochi Roko Sherry CHAYAT SOURCE: Butsumon - The Gate of the Buddha, Vol. VI, Spring 1990, pp.15 NOTES: A March 1988 poem by Myochi Roko Sherry CHAYAT, Director , the Zen Center of Syracuse, dedicated to Maurine Stuart, Roshi (1992-1990) listening, I hear your great peace, a river deep underground. Running beneath the mountain of yourself peace thunders up and through. I know this river and also that loving you IS my being. Cats are purring. I can find nothing to heal. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Dedication AUTHOR: Jill DUERR SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Summer/Fall 1982, Vol 3, No.2, pp. 6. NOTES: A Feb 1980 poem by Jill DUERR of the Zen Center of Los Angeles. The phrase "The Buddha turns the Dharma wheel, and so reality is shown in all its many forms" is from the liturgical dedication for deceased Dharma ancestors. (The Buddha turns the Dharma wheel) The wheel that grinds, the wheel that makes, mill wheel, potter's wheel, (and so reality is shown) wheel of life, (in all its many forms) spinning small and far away in the hands of exiled monks high in bright thin air; turning enmeshed behind the face of the clock ticking off remaining hours. The wheel that grinds out results, provisions, (in all its many forms) spinning schemes in cricling flocks guaranteeing that the worst can befall and I will be all right, the wheel that revolves again shows the underside of still more panic. el turn, turning the crank that opens the doors (and so reality is shown) the small mechanical toys roll out on the face of the small blue globe, reeling smoking through their punch-and-judy destinies before a gathering of stars ceivable core, doing as it has always done, lacking only witnesses (the Dharma wheel) for a time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Ascending the Mountain AUTHOR: Bernard Tetsugen GLASSMAN SOURCE: The Ten Directtary peak, The gateless gate crumbles. Moving straight up the windy road, Heaven and earth are walking as one. Buddhas intimate with buddhas- tls? ing beings, . Eyebrow-to-eyebrow, relations everywhere. ns ots are ruthlessly exposed. Before the heavens were created, this seal is. After the heavens are destroyed, this seal is. A formless field of benefaction, Enveloping the worlds of liberation. Who has transmitted it? Who is not embraced by it? At play in the field of the Budn KATAGIRI SOURCE: MZMC News, Spring 1991, Vol 16 no.1, pp.3 NOTES: A poem by Dainin KATAGIRI Roshi published posthumously, on the first anniversary of his death, by the Minnesota Zen Meditation Center Nws. ne's heart neatly. Being asked, "What is unfitting?" . owing how to live, Knowing how to talk with people, Demonstrating and teaching, This is the Buddha. From my human eyes, I feel it's really impossible to become Buddha. But this "I", regarding what the Buddha does, Vows to practice, a FLUR Los Angeles a flow of chamagne and of monks moving through the crowd with bowls and silverware: a pile of shoes at the treshold as the people inside get more dense, more linquid, more ready to dance; the tall bride's family members wera flowers and shoes and happily stand out even here where --------------------------------------------------- TITLE: My Good Friend AUTHOR: Lee LOVE SOURCE: MZMC News, Spring 1991, Vol 16 no.1, pp.6 NOTES: A poem dedicated to the memory of Daini tea ... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Untransmittable and moving eastward AUTHOR: Taizan MAEZUMI SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 5 m y Tazan AEZMI Rshicomsedon he ocason o theforal This mind knows no abode In words or in siZenshin Temple of the Zen Community of New York. The rain comes to the river; The river comes to the rain. ------- SOURCE: Blind Donkey, June 1990, Vol 11, No 3, pp. 13 NOTES: John NIEMI was a student of Koko An Zendo, Diamond Sangha, Honolulu. Dancing in the subtle light cobwebs lift themselves in the draft outside the wind rustles the ginger leaves ndthe al. It's worth it to come just to hear the coyotes laugh in the night to see the night starts returning to silence, he says we all came as youth here we are now, at oryoki I look around We all have grey in our hair Nyogen SENZAKI SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 5 NOTES: A poem by Nyogen SENZAKI Sensei written sometime between Feb and Dec 1942 en route to the Heart Mountain, Wyoming desert internment camp for the Japanese-Americans. All Japanese faces will lea ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: For forty years I have not seen AUTHOR: Nyogen SENZAKI SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 14 NOTES: A poem by Nyogen SENZAKI Sensei in Los Angeles in Oct 29, 1945 to mark the anniversary of his teacher's, Soen SHAKU's, death. person. I have carried his Zen in my empty fist, nd The twenty-sixth anniversary of his death. The cold rain purifies everything on earth Iely, Summer 1984, pp.10 NOTES: Will Staple is a long-time resident of Ring of Bone Zendo, Nth California. This poem was written 14 Jul 1984. I throw a piece of carrion to two wild beasts to see them fight and claw each other. the a cestof gld kept it closed. I, a dog, gnaw on a dry bone smeared with blood until utterly tired and frustrated. I, the mothers breast the child avoids of its own volition, because I am bitterly anointed - d andbeqeated - -------------------------------- Tes... The hope at the heart affirms craving, therefore suffering, can cease - the Third Noble Truth - No inexorable fate condemns to apathy sloth distrust greed no - one's acts thoughts words ------------------------------------------------------------ TITLE: Milton Avery AUTHOR: Jill BART SOURCE: Blind Donkey, June 1990, Vol 11, No 3, pp. 38 NOTES: In Woodstock we saw your "White Chicken", its red cock's comb- in sumi-ink to create a swish of mountain, or make a stream rush tAYAT, Director , the Zen Center of Syracuse, dedicated to Maurine Stuart, Roshi (1992-1990) Before the mountain and by grace of nature rs , in this zendo n your wilderness as well I am able to ask "Will you help me learn to give this life as given ?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: listening, I hear your great peace, AUTHOR: Myochi Roko Sherry CHAYAT SOURCE: Butsumon - The Gate of the Buddha, Vol. VI, Spring 1990, pp.15 NOTES: A March 19 of Syracuse, dedicated to Maurine Stuart, Roshi (1992-1990) peace, gh. o heal. --------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Dedication AUTHOR: Jill DUERR SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Summer/Fall 1982, Vol 3, No.2, pp. 6. NOTES: A Feb 1980 poem by Jill DUERR of the Zen Center of Los Angeles. The phrase "The Buddha turns the Dharma wheel, and so reality is shown in all its many forms" is from the liturgical dedication for deceased Dharma ancestors. (The Buddha turns the Dharma results, provisions, (in all its many forms) hemes in crclig flcks h whel tat makes el turn, turning the crank that opens the doors (and so reality is shown) the small mechanical toys roll out on the face of the small blue globe, reeling smoking through their punch-and-judy destinies before a gathering of stars that cannot hear the sreams, that canot see and does not know - But only wheels spiralling inward (The Buddha turns) from cold black space eivable core, doing as it has always d ary peak, The gateless gate crumbles. Moving straight up the windy road, Heaven and earth are walking as one. Buddhas intimate with buddhas- What need is there for old medicine bottles? Then thousand blossoms perfume the vast sky. Like this, like this ! Protecting the Dharma, purifying beings, rte. . Eyebrow-to-eyebrow, rmicreltios evrywere i desendng ots are ruthlessly exposed. Before the heavens were created, this seal is. After the heavens are destroyed, this seal is. An KATAGIRI SOURCE: MZMC News, Spring 1991, Vol 16 no.1, pp.3 NOTES: A poem by Dainin KATAGIRI Roshi published posthumously, on the first anniversary of his death, by the Minnesota Zen Meditation Center News. Being told that it is impossible One believes, in despair, "Is that so?" Being told that it is possible, One believes, in excitement, "That's right." But, whichever is chosen, It does not fit one's heart neatly. Being asked, "What is unfitting?" I don't know what it is. ! owing how to low t tak wih ple da dos, . ein is one's peaceful life found. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Wedding Party AUTHOR: Bill La FLEUR SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Vol 1, No 2, May 1980. pp. 15 NOTES: A Feb 1980 poem by Bill La FLEUR,of the Zen Center of Los Angeles a flow of chamagne and of monks moving through the crowd with bowls and silverware: a pile of shoes at the treshold as the people inside get more dense, more linquid, more ready to------------------------------- TITLE: My Good Friend ate te mmoryof aini KAAGIR Roshi published, on the tea ... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Untransmittable and moving eastward AUTHOR: Taizan MAEZUMI SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 5 NOTES: A poem by Taizan MAEZUMI Roshi composed on the occasion of the formal opening of the Zenshinji temple of the Zen Community of New York, 5 Oct 1980. Untransmittable and moving eastward. This mind knows no abode In words or in silence. The shadowless light of the mirrorlike moon Is cast beyond all directions Throughout the three times. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: The rain comes to the river AUTHOR: W.S. MERWIN SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Summer/Fall 1982, Vol 3, No.2, pp 17 NOTES: A congratulatory poem composed by W.S. Merwin, representing Robert Aitken "Ascndig the Mountain" (Shisanshiki), on the 6 June 1982, during which Bernard bot o Mout Dji, ensin Tmpl of he ------------------------------------------ SOURCE: Blind Donkey, June 1990, Vol 11, No 3, pp. 13 NOTES: John NIEMI was a student of Koko An Zendo, Diamond Sangha, Honolulu. Dancing in the subtle light cobwebs lift themselves in the draft outside the wind rustles heairmovs up ar the cowebs dance in the place where inner and outer meet. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: F It's worth it to come just to hear the coyotes laugh in the night to see the night starts oki ------------ AKI SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 5 NOTES: A poem by Nyogen SENZAKI Sensei written sometime between Feb and Dec 1942 en route to the Heart Mountain, Wyoming desert internment camp for the Japanese-Americans. All Japanese faces will leave California to support their government. This morning the winding train, like a big black snake, ng. The cuogen SENZAKI Sensei in Los Angeles in Oct 29, 1945 to mark the anniversary of his teacher's, Soen SHAKU's, death. For forty years I have not seen my teacher, So-yen Shaku, in person. I have carried his Zen in my ng land Zendo Where his followers should commemorate The twenty-sixth anniversary of his death. The cold rain purifies everything on earth In the great city of Los Angeles, today I open my fist and spreadAUTHOR: Will STAPLE SOURCE: Mind Moon Circle quartely, Summer 1984, pp.10 NOTES: Will Staple is a long-time resident of Ring of Bone Zendo, Nth California. This poem was written 8 Feb 1984. The acquisitiveness, bre will on ones' very own choice present moment by moment. All hinges on Will. essgeAUTOR:Chrs COMAC Members and Visitors of/to the Sydney Ze n Center. Does your room really have a view, Or even a window to look through? All I want is for you to look inside of you. Don't be afraid to walk through the door. Believe it or not, you've opened it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Spring in Darlington AUTHOR: Mary HEATH SOURCE: Zen Group of Weowering spikes. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Sesshin poems AUTHOR: Caroline JOSEPHS SOURCE: Mind Moon Circle quartely, Winter 1992, NOTES: Poems written during a sesshin April 24 to May 1, l992 Breathing in the cosmos, breathing out the self. Mist lies on the grass and behind the stage-flat trees. Mist comes out of the mouth in a fierce cold of dawn. ounain. I go home and fill in the other black dot eye on the Bodhidharma from Kyoto. Chop off the mind road. Zip zip tent skin inner outer. The turning point of the breath, where we lose the way. Avalokiteshvara, Manjusri, Lochana, Vairochana, Salivating with the juices of names. ngdow a crrior aut on the silver of the tent fly, then leap off like butterflies with yellow parachutes. The trickle of the water into iron d spill their one-pointed clarity over our night cradle To signal the start of dokusan A figure flies Grey robe winully taste this! The dog is dying. -------- sof/o th Syney e womb broken into broken woman broken ambitions full complaints. Fixed womb, waxing womb, ambit a shrinking orbit sinking to the beginning. n o complaints. -------------------------------- f the MMC issue dealing with Eros and Zen practice Your body's brown bag pink fill of toes caterpillar legs My interior landscape is skinned and planked firmly in then I hear your step by my door and the sky between my ribs is incquartely, Spring 1993, pp.5 NOTES: These poems were included as a part of the MMC issue dealing with Eros and Zen practice The sky is brushed pink My thoughts like the clouds begin to glow I feel your remembered hand stroke my hair lauh ad loe ------------------------------------------ TITLE: Harvest AUTHOR: Diana LEVY SOURCE: Mind Moon Circle quartely, Winter 1992, NOTES: HARVEST Yes, that's the sky with clouds in it. And those are trees, tis? When you're sucking I think of a t firmly planted plates of meat of the big men: rimmed in a scum of Gorrick's Run dirt, the little toe curled up gthe oters rlaxed ote fly t the wings, blurred in flight, the engine noise, the wings of the cockatoo curved downward in a moment of silent glide. Not the wings but the branches of the fast-growing blackwattle trees, dying upwards, . et our hearts are greening with each step on the Way that we take with our cold, dirty, obliging feet. ---------------------------------e n ay, snd ad urentant: Min Moo Cirle quartely, Autumn 1992, pp.21 bfor noo: l teams jostle on the track, fuelled by spring sun and rich smells. Young daredevils graze a nose, corner skilfully round an ear; old champions speed straight at a window and bounce off with a somersault, grinning; unresented drunks hurtle madly through the crowd and do no harm. In the afternoon succeeds a string ensemble, to rehearse elaborate fugues, and canons in counterpoint, with harmonies too subtle for wingless ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Three short verses AUTHOR: Kiya MURMAN SOURCE: Zen Group of Western Australia Newsletter, Spring 1991, pp.20 NOTES: Sesshin Poems and other Poems by Members and Visitors of the Zen Group of Western Australia, Perth. That day I saw the buttered bun the tiny Kestral was firm and sweet ark kinhin the handsome jogger where is Mu? Sunlight sparkles on the patent of my new watch change when the me dark joy rising to radiance inside the third that is not given: the third is never given but is found ah there! beneath the river of the heart prised open by sesshin eatdors of the wld beig es, mist, moon, dog verandah thump surging so far in like a wave it took the breath to tears the sacred salt of sesshin its hard sharp flavour sparkling on our bodies iii g jwel as the lion who looked into me the rocks themselves must flow iv edles art the time-killer skulking round w geography of effort its hard sharp flavour it's called squeezing round the corner right against the heart until it blazes seemed s her upright back before me pierced by a death I want to hold her and to rock her vi But the great slow blaze takes even that away trrile le of me I can weep (at last) for joy kcliff-ramd: DU.A] [This version: 22 July 1993] ----------------------------------------------------- my father's cough, the little green spots on the bells of w. The silence is like the late winter rain; It makes things shine so I feel it is myself who is disappearing as I stand in the yellow kitchen by the worn bricks of the hearth; we meet these ten days, then we part. nes elmin ara ircle quartely, Winter 1993, pp.21 NOTES: Australian Sesshin Poems and other Poems by Members and Visitors to Sydney Zen Center. Grass in my hands, the grey boards the fence, strong smells of sickness and love: The healing water from the stars pours through my bh,Hui-nng, in response to a couplet by inally has no tree, The mirror also has no stand. Buddha-nature is always clean and pure (or, "from the first, there is not a single thing" Where is there room for dust? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE:The Buddhas' essential functioning AUTHOR: Hung-chih Cheng-chueh [T'ien-t'ung Hung-chih ] (J.Tendo Wanshi) SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Vol 2, No 2, June 1981. pp. 20 NOTES: A poem by Tendo Wanshi Zenji, written approx. 1140, translated by Taizan MAEZUMI, Roshi and Neal DONNER. One hundred years later it was followed by a smilarly structured and worded poem by Eihei Dogen. ential functioning, the patriarch's functioning essence, Knows without relating to things and illuminates without reflecting upon objects. Knowing without relating to things, its knowing is subtle of itself. Illuminating without reflecting upon objects, its illumination is mysterious of itself. Its knowing, subtle of itself, y a bird flies far away. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: The body is the Boddhi-tree AUTHOR: Shen-hsiu (J. Shinshu, Jinshu) SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Vol 2, No 3, October 1981. pp. 7 NOTES: A poem by the Shen-hsiu in response to which a couplet by his junior Hui-neng (J.Eno), the Future Sixth Zen Patriarch, was also written. The Chinese text was translated by Philip Yampolski. The body is the Boddhi-tree The mind is like a clear mirror, At all times we must strive to polish it And must not let the dust collect ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: You sit in the Zen hall AUTHOR: ANONYMOUS SOURCE: "Diamond Sangha" 1975, July, Vol 1, no. 3. pp. iv NOTES: A traditional Zen poem used in the Harada-Yasutani lineage during the Hasan Sai ceremony. This poem was inscribed on the kakemono (hanging scroll) and presented to Robert AITKEN by Koun YAMADA Roshi in 1975 to mark the occasion of Hasan Sai ceremony of dharma transmission during which Yamada gave Aitken an 'inka' (permission to teach) in Honolulu, December 1974. It was reprinted in the commemorative issue of the Diamond Sangha journal. You sit in the Zen hall, And that is just like the moon in the water; Doing practice of then thousand ways, And they are just like flowers in the air. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: The Buddha's essential functioning AUTHOR: Eihei DOGEN SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Vol 2, No 2, June 1981. pp. 20 NOTES: A poem by Eihei Dogen Zenji, written approx. 1242, translated by Taizan MAEZUMI, Roshi and Neal DONNER. It complements an earlier poem by Hung-chih Cheng-chueh [T'ien-t'ung Hung-chih ] (J.Tendo Wanshi) The Buddha's essential functioning, the partriarchs' functioning essence, manifest without deliberation and acomplishes without hindrance. Manifesting without deliberation, its manifestation is intimate of itself. Accomplishing without hindrance, its accomplishement is realized of itself. Its manifestation, intimate of itself, has never been defiled. Its accomplishement, realized of itself, is neither absolute nor relative. The intimacy that is never defiled drops away without dependence. The realization that is neither absolute nor relative penetrates without intent. Clear water soaks into the earth; the fish swims like a fish. The sky is vast and penetrates the heavens; the bird flies like a bird. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Round, round, more round than AUTHOR: Etsudo Nishiwaki SOURCE: The Ten Directions, Summer/Fall 1982, Vol 3, No.2, pp 17 s n jaan,on te ocasin ofthecermonyof "sced 198, drin whih Benar Tetuge moon; ------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: The Fifth Patriarch told a new monk AUTHOR: Soen SHAKU SOURCE: "Ten Directions" 1981, January, Vol 2, no. 1. pp. 3 NOTES: A poem by Soen SHAKU Roshi written sometime between June 1905 and May 1906. It was addressed to Mrs Russell, of San Fracisco USA, who together with her husband Mr. Alexander Russell, was the first Western student of Zen Buddism. The Fifth Patriarch told a new monk, "Southern monkeys have no Buddha nature," That monk proved he had Buddha nature By becoming the Sixth Patriarch; In any part of the globe Where there is air, a fire can burn Someday my teaching will surely go to the West, Led by you. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: At the ground of Hasan Sai AUTHOR: Hakuun YASUTANI Roshi SOURCE: "Diamond Sangha" 1975, July, Vol 1, no. 3. pp. 8 NOTES: A poem by Hakuun YASUTANI Roshi written on ??. It was reprinted in the Diamond Sangha journal to mark the occasion of Hasan Sai ceremony of dharma transmission during which Robert AITKEN, one of his most important Western students, was given an 'inka' (permission to teach) by the Yasutani's heir, Koun YAMADA Roshi in Honolulu, December 1974. At the ground of Hasan Sai There grow many grasses. You have run about here and there, - What nonsense ! It's laughable When you return home And sit calmly there. A pair of eyebrows Clearly covers it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: First Zazenkai AUTHOR: Dale JOHNSON SOURCE: Manawa : Breath-Heart-Mind. Newsletter of the Zen Society of New Zealand, #19, Spring 1988, pp. 5 NOTES: Sesshin Poems and other Poems by Members and Visitors of the Zen Society of New Zealand Gently blows the darkness linking lake moon and sun one into the other The pathway grows silvered with our effort grass subdued petal scattered with each pass of our unsteady feet It does not seem like enligtenment to burden this clear day of autumn with the activity of our sitting How brifgtly glimers that moon caught in the evening cup of our steadied hands ! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Four Haiku AUTHOR: Richard von STURMER SOURCE: Manawa : Breath-Heart-Mind. Newsletter of the Zen Society of New Zealand, #18, Winter 1988, pp. 8 NOTES: Sesshin Poems and other Poems by Members and Visitors of the Zen Society of New Zealand Late Autumn: the yellow-pages left open In a telephone-box The spider And the spider's shadow Move across the wall A year's sitting: The bottom of the incense-box Becomes visible On a misty day The quiet man Unleashes his dog ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Forest AUTHOR: Thich Nhat HAHN SOURCE: Brisbane Zen Group Newsletter, March 1988, pp.6. NOTES: Thousands of tree-bodies and mine. Leaves are waving, Ears hear the streams call, Eyeys see into the sky of mind, A half-smile unfolds on every leaf. There is a forest here Because I am here. But mind has followed the forest And clothed itself in green. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TITLE: Jade and Lotus AUTpp.7 NOTES: Poem reprinted from "Fragrance of Zen:18 Ancient Vietnamese Zen Poems" translated and illustrated by Vo Dinh, and published by the Vietnamese Buddhist Cultural Institute. True nature is always elusive, Only the heart of no-heart can grasp-it. Up in the mountain, the burning jade stays brilliant. And in the roaring furnace, lotus blossoms keep their fragrance. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- |