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Tag: j.p. seaton

tokudo

by tendo zenji

To be Shown to the Monks at a Certain Temple

Not yet to the shore of nondoing,
it’s silly to be sad you’re not moored yet…
Eastmount’s white clouds say
to keep on moving, even
if it’s evening, even if it’s fall.

-Chiao Jan (730-799)
(translated by J.P. Seaton in the The Shambhala Anthology of Chinese Poetry)

sunday poesy

by layman k

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Midnight, can’t sleep,
so I sit up, to try my lute.
Curtains catch moonlight
the pure breeze flutters my sleeves.
A lone swan cries: in wilderness,
and flies, crying, to the north woods,
turning, and turning, and gyring there,
sees what?
Loneliness; to be alone so
wounds heart and mind.

-Juan Chi

(from The Shambhala Anthology of Chinese Poetry translated and edited by J.P Seaton)

sunday poesy

by layman k

Cold Mountain Poems
– Han Shan

VII

I sit beneath the cliff, quiet and alone.
Round moon in the middle of the sky’s a bird ablaze:
all things are seen mere shadows in its brilliance,
that single wheel of perfect light …
Alone, its spirit naturally comes clear.
Swallowed in emptiness in this cave of darkest mystery,
because of the finger pointing, I saw the moon.
That moon became the pivot of my my heart.

(from Cold Mountain Poems, translated by J.P. Seaton)