Dongshan
From: Essential Zen
Edited by Kazuaki Tanahashi & Tensho David Schneider
This dharma as it has been directly entrusted
by buddha ancestors.
Now that you have realized it
you must guard it mindfully.
Snow heaped in a silver bowl,
a heron fading into the bright moon.
Similar but unequal.
Place them side by side
and you will see which is which.
The meaning is not in words.
Inquiring students seek further.
Moving forward creates pitfalls.
Avoidance leads to a standstill.
Faced with a great wall of fire,
turning your back on it and touching it are both wrong.
Expressing it in colorful words
only stains it.
Midnight is bright,
dawn brings no dew.
Things are truth itself
to be used for removing delusion.
This is not created
and yet not inexpressible.
As form and image face each other
in a bright mirror,
you are not it
but it is you.
It is like a baby
perfectly possessing five freedoms:
Not coming, not going,
not rising, not staying…
And goo goo wa wa –
words that are not words.
In the end nothing is grasped
because speech is not precise.
In the double-split hexagrams
the particular and the general integrate.
When the lines are closed they become three,
and its final change makes five.
A blade of zhi grass has five flavors,
A vajra has five points.
Within the general, something marvelous lies.
Drumming and singing go together.
Penetrating the source, penetrating the paths.
Here is a short path, here is a long path.
If you miss it, that’s a good sign.
Don’t neglect it.
What is natural and inconceivable
belongs neither to delusion nor enlightenment.
Causes and conditions right at this moment
shine completely in silence.
So minute that it penetrates any space.
So enormous that it exceeds all bounds.
The slightest difference
puts it out of tune.
Because the basic teachings of sudden and gradual
have been set up,
the Zen school has become divided.
These ways have become standard.
Even though you master such teachings
the truth keeps on escaping.
You may sit still but waver inside –
a tied up horse, or a cowering rat.
The Ancient Teacher pitied us
and transmitted the dharma.
Because of our delusions
we say black is white.
When delusions disappear
understanding reveals itself.
If you wish to conform to the old ways,
take a lesson from the past.
People trying to attain the buddha way
by gazing for ten eons at a tree
are like a tiger with tattered ears
or a hobbled horse.
A greedy mind sees
rare treasures.
A surprised mind sees
raccoons and white bulls.
Legendary bowman Yi with his skill
shoots the mark a hundred paces away.
When arrowheads meet head-on,
is it only a matter of skill?
Right when a wooden man sings
a stone woman gets up and dances.
It’s not within the reach of knowledge
nor does it admit ideas.
Retainers serve their lord;
children obey their father.
Without obedience there is no respect;
without service there is no civic virtue.
Conceal your practice, work inside.
Be ignorant, look foolish.
Just keep on doing it.
This is called host with host.
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