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208 pages, Paperback
First published May 2, 2001
Downing ten thousand fruits can't be forbidden--
She takes in all the great treasure of mango groves.
Arising from the Way, bringing back ch'i.
Residing in the attainment, she becomes wildly free.
A wind streams down from the heavens,
Mountains over the ocean, a vast blue-grey.
When her pure force is full,
Ten thousand admirers constellate right around her.
She summons sun, moon, and stars to bow before her.
Brimming full, the flowing juices,
Succulent and shifting, the Ancient Formlessness.
The more you go along with it,
The more you understand truly.
If there is some resemblence of shape,
The grasping hand has already missed it.
The greatest functioning extends outward;
The genuine form is inwardly full.
Reverting to the empty brings one into the undifferentiated;
It contains the full complement of all things
Stretching all the way across the void:
Pale and billowing rainclouds;
Long winds in the empty vastness.
It passes over beyond the images
And attains the center of the ring.
Maintaining it is not forcing;
Bringing it never ends.
The man of wonder rides the pure,
In his hand he holds a lotus;
He drifts on through unfathomed aeons,
In murky expanses, bare of his traces.
The moon emerges in the eastern Dipper,
And a good wind follows it.
The Mountain is emerald green this night,
And he hears the sound of a clear bell.
In air he stands long in spiritual simplicity,
All limits and boundaries lightly passed.
The Sage-King is in his solitude:
Noble and unique--those mysterious principles he reveres.
Set spirit in motion as through the whirlpool,
Set ch'i in motion as though in a rainbow:
A thousand yards down in the gorges
Are roiling waters, speeding clouds, and continuous winds.
Drink of the pure, feed on the forceful,
Store up plainness, and hold to the center.
It is figured by the sturdiness of Heaven's motions:
This is known as "retaining the potent."
Stand together with Heaven and Earth,
Sharing spirit's transformations.
Look to make it actual,
And guide it on all the way to the end.
It's what you can bend down and pick up--
It's not to be taken from any of your neighbors.
Go off, together with the Way,
And with a touch of the hand, an summertime forms.
It is as if coming upon a secret orchard,
As if looking upon the renewal of the year.
One does not take by force whtat the genuine provides.
What is attained willfully easily becomes bankrupt.
A recluse is the deserted mountains
Stops by a stream and picks wild fruits.
As it may, his heart will be enlightened--
The Potter's Wheel of Heaven goes on and on forever.
Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos,
Lisa, terrestre, mínima, redonda, transparente,
Tienes líneas de luna, caminos de manzana,
Desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo.
Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba,
Tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo,
Desnuda eres enorme y amarilla
Como el verano en una iglesia de oro.
Desnuda eres pequeña como una de tus uñas,
Curva, sutil, rosada hasta que nace el día
Y te metes en el subterráneo del mundo
Como en un largo túnel de trajes y trabajos:
Tu claridad se apaga, se viste, se deshoja
Y otra vez vuelve a ser una mano desnuda.