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Unknown Binding
First published November 1, 2000
Sent to a Hua Mountain Monk
From afar,
I know your white-rock hermitage,
hidden in a haze
of evergreen trees.
When the moon sets,
it's mind-watching time;
clouds arise
in your closed eyes.
Just before dawn, temple bells
sound from neighboring peaks;
waterfalls hang thousands of feet
in emptiness.
Moss and lichen
cover the cliff face;
a narrow, indistinct path
leads to you.
Mourning the Death of Chan Master Po-Yen
Fresh moss covers
the stone bed;
how many springtimes
was it the Master's?
His profile in meditation
has been sketched;
but the body of the meditator
has been burned.
Snow in the pines
has closed the pagoda courtyard;
dust settles in the lock
on the sutra library.
I chide myself
for these two tears—
a man who hasn't grasped
the empty nature of all things.