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

 

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