Three Pines and a Buddha - Part 4
The Supreme Physician (Bhaishajyaguru) and His Celestial Assembly
Western Tibet, Guge, 15th century - LACMA Collections
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226.
The plum-blossom
mingles
with the fragrance
of moonlight.
Its pale glow
is the tenderness
of milk mixed with gold.
227.
In the winter sky
the angel of blue
has met
the angel of grey.
228.
One drop more
and the stream
will become
empty.
229.
On the lacquered box
the plank bridge
crosses
the sea of wild irises.
230.
The Zen tiger
lands gently
on the screen.
231.
Not too much
the sadness
of this floating world.
Between deep longings
deep ecstasies.
232.
Aching
of moon's circle
rising
in black branches.
233.
From the light
suddenly
flaring in the mirror
the ancient warrior
steps forward.
234.
Pruning
the cherry-trees
the dark clicking
of blades.
235.
The memory
of the waterfall
hides
the origin of silver.
236.
I am the idea
you see
when you close your eyes.
237.
The deep world
is dyed
by the colour
soaked
from the rose.
238.
The objects
wait
in silence
to recover
from us
the touch
of the idea.
239.
The objects
know our silence
fear and hatred.
240.
Freed from earth
light, the cosmic circle
floats in formed
and fully rounded being.
241.
Seeing again
the rising
full moon
no-one here
created.
242.
No mind
dreamed us.
We dreamed
ourselves.
243.
What is real
in us is also
unearthly.
244.
The meaning
of the peony flower
is in that silence
after the word
has ended
in you.
245.
The colour white
of this peony
has become
the flower.
246.
The alchemy
of the emblem
mingled with
the alchemy
of the word.
247.
Here
where everything disperses
to make
something which does not disperse.
248.
From the bell-shaped flower
the faint sounds
of blue nocturnal silver.
249.
The fire
from the heart
can scorch
the heart
of the fire.
250.
Colour -
the touch
of ecstasy
that light
gave to the world.
251.
Here is the gap
that closes
the circle.
252.
Words
that bewitch us
make us simple.
253.
Too many
dark idols
absorbing
warmth.
254.
The child
is always
outside art.
255.
No time
from
the aged phoenix.
256.
The only meaning
is kindness
and the glory
of passion
is kindness.
257.
Spring -
the reincarnation
of the rose.
258.
We close
our eyes
and are sleep
dream
childhood I.
259.
Only love
can be
still silent
and alive
in radiance.
260.
Spring moonlight
spring breeze
opening your lips
of water and fire.
261.
The shadow
of the sound
that was in us
re-flowers
in the mystical line.
262.
Two butterflies
your lips
on my eyelids.
263.
At the top
of the mountain
three pines
and a Buddha.
264.
From the darkness
of the object
the reflected light
of the human -
is the idea.
265.
Pounding
the true elixir
the hare
in the moonlight.
266.
The god
that cannot smell
this incense
bathes us
in its fragrance.
267.
How to absorb
the power
and beauty
of the world
and not be destroyed.
268.
The radiance
of total giving.
269.
Plum-blossom
in the bed.
Faith
at the heart
of the flower.
270.
Crazy Buddhas
concealing the way -
kitchen laughter.
271.
The mother
bows down
to the laughing child.
272.
To infinite
tenderness
said the rose
I return
infinite
tenderness.
273.
In my beauty
is my silence
said the rose.
274.
This child
is two hands
and a mouth
becoming mind.
275.
For two
million years
the mother
and child.
276.
The world
behind his head
is the world
the artist paints.
277.
In the snow's
radiant crystals
trying
to capture the heart.
278.
Shivering
in the morning snow
where have past
and future gone ?
279.
In the silence
of the mind
the other half of being
the sacred bride.
280.
The object
alien
walks off
without
its idea.
281.
Perfect the pale
white carnation
by the fence
weighed down
with white dew.
282.
Protection
becomes trust.
The wild
carnation
becomes Murasaki.
283.
Dressed in silent
colours
talking our silent
love.
284.
No dust
on the carnation's
white silk.
285.
Hopeless
the soft arousal
of the spring rain.
286.
Autumn leaves
falling in distant
mountains -
unspoken thoughts.
287.
Lost dishevelled
the peony flower
opens to the silent rain.
288.
Wondering which is longer
the peony's day
the pine tree's
thousand years.
289.
Neither a mist
nor a flower -
a spring dream.
290.
Behind what
silent eyelid
the moon.
291.
What I wish for you-
fragile
as a butterfly.
292.
Only from love
love comes -
and from hatred
hatred.
293.
Beauty -
of black stones
in the moonlit
river.
294.
The earth
wheels round
this Buddha's
intricate fingers'
soft shadows.
295.
No harm
in this laughter
sounding
somewhere
about the
mountain.
296.
Wildness -
of the captive
fawn.
297.
Rest your head
and feel the peace
the warmth
inside the god
that flows
for you.
298.
A memory
echoes deep
in an imagined
landscape.
299.
Moon
and flowering plum.
White dew
on the pine.
300.
Entwined butterflies
an angel
for everyone.