2 Chinese poems Dogen

What joy to live in the mountains,

alone and still,

revolving the Lotus Sutra

over and over again.

Just to be

beneath this tree

there is neither love nor hate.

Oh!

to see autumn’s depth

to hear the rain

in the night.

 

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I have passed on the Way

of the Western Ancestor

to the East

 

Catching the moon,

ploughing the clouds,

yearning for the Ancient.

 

Tonight no worldly dust

whirls with the snow

to my mountain hut of straw

 

Waka on the Lotus Sutra (Dogen)

Constantly listening to the Dharma

All night long

All through the day –

The Dharma Way.

This Sutra becomes

The whole of my heart.

 

The Mountain Monkey proclaims the Dharma

The murmuring of the valley stream,

The monkey screeching on the peak

Sound just like the excellent

Expounding, re-expounding

Of this Sutra.

 

Nothing Valueless

Gaining this Sutra’s heart

Even the racket of worldly trade

Becomes the Dharma’s voice.