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1.ym_-_Climbing_the_Mountain
1.ym_-_Gone_Again_to_Gaze_on_the_Cascade
1.ym_-_Just_Done
1.ym_-_Mad_Words
1.ym_-_Motto
1.ym_-_Nearing_Hao-pa
1.ym_-_Pu-to_Temple
1.ym_-_Wrapped,_surrounded_by_ten_thousand_mountains

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1.ym_-_Climbing_the_Mountain
1.ym_-_Gone_Again_to_Gaze_on_the_Cascade
1.ym_-_Just_Done
1.ym_-_Mad_Words
1.ym_-_Motto
1.ym_-_Nearing_Hao-pa
1.ym_-_Pu-to_Temple
1.ym_-_Wrapped,_surrounded_by_ten_thousand_mountains

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1:A month alone behind closed doors forgotten books, remembered, clear again. Poems come, like water to the pool Welling, up and out, from perfect silence [2158.jpg] -- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

~ Yuan Mei, Just Done

2:A temple, hidden, treasured in the mountain's cleft Pines, bamboo such a subtle flavor: The ancient Buddha sits there, wordless The welling source speaks for him. [2158.jpg] -- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

~ Yuan Mei, Pu-to Temple

3:When I meet a monk, I bow politely. When I see a Buddha, I don't. If I bow to a Buddha, the Buddha won't know. But I honor a monk: he's here now, apparently, or, at least, he seems to be. [2162.jpg] -- from I Don't Bow to Buddhas: Selected Poems of Yuan Mei, Translated by J. P. Seaton

~ Yuan Mei, Motto

4:Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains, Cut off, no place to go.... Until you're here, there's no way to get here. Once you're here, there's no way to go. [2159.jpg] -- from The Poetry of Zen: (Shambhala Library), Edited by Sam Hamill / Edited by J. P. Seaton

~ Yuan Mei, Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains

5:To learn to be without desire you must desire that. Better to do as you please: sing idleness. Floating clouds, and water idly running -- Where's their source? In all the vastness of the sea and sky, you'll never find it. [2158.jpg] -- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

~ Yuan Mei, Mad Words

6:I burned incense, swept the earth, and waited for a poem to come... Then I laughed, and climbed the mountain, leaning on my staff. How I'd love to be a master of the blue sky's art: see how many sprigs of snow-white cloud he's brushed in so far today. [2162.jpg] -- from I Don't Bow to Buddhas: Selected Poems of Yuan Mei, Translated by J. P. Seaton

~ Yuan Mei, Climbing the Mountain

7:A whole life without speaking, "a thunderous silence" that was Wei-ma's Way. And here is a place where no monk can preach. I understand now what T'ao Ch'ien, enlightened, said, he couldn't say. It's so clear, here, this water my teacher. [2158.jpg] -- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

~ Yuan Mei, Gone Again to Gaze on the Cascade

8:(I saw in the mist a little village of a few tiled roofs and joyfully admired it.) There's a stream, and there's bamboo, there's mulberry and hemp. Mist-hid, clouded hamlet, a mild, tranquil place. Just a few tilled acres. Just a few tiled roofs. How many lives would I have to live, to get that simple. [2158.jpg] -- from A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry, Edited by J. P. Seaton / Edited by Dennis Maloney

~ Yuan Mei, Nearing Hao-pa

9:Yuan Mei, one of China’s great gourmets, once asked his cook why, since he was so gifted and could produce great delicacies from even the most common ingredients, he chose to stay in their relatively modest household. The cook said, “To find an employer who appreciates one is not easy. But to find one who understands anything about cookery is harder still. So much imagination and hard thinking go into the making of every dish that one may well say I serve up along with it my whole mind and heart.” —LIANG WEI, The Last Chinese Chef ~ Nicole Mones

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1.ym - Climbing the Mountain, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
   English version by J. P. Seaton Original Language Chinese I burned incense, swept the earth, and waited for a poem to come... Then I laughed, and climbed the mountain, leaning on my staff. How I'd love to be a master of the blue sky's art: see how many sprigs of snow-white cloud he's brushed in so far today. [2162.jpg] -- from I Don't Bow to Buddhas: Selected Poems of Yuan Mei, Translated by J. P. Seaton
  

1.ym - Motto, #unset, #Sri Aurobindo, #Integral Yoga
  
   English version by J. P. Seaton Original Language Chinese When I meet a monk, I bow politely. When I see a Buddha, I don't. If I bow to a Buddha, the Buddha won't know. But I honor a monk: he's here now, apparently, or, at least, he seems to be. [2162.jpg] -- from I Don't Bow to Buddhas: Selected Poems of Yuan Mei, Translated by J. P. Seaton <   

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