Three Pines and a Buddha - Part 5
The Jina Buddha of Infinite Light (Amitabha) in His Pure Land Paradise (Sukhavati)
Western Tibet, Guge, 15th century - LACMA Collections
Authored by A. S. Kline © Copyright 1999 All Rights Reserved.
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301.
Something there
in the mind
that dances
with light
and flames.
302.
Over the wet grass
and paving stones -
one tiny frog.
303.
In the bath
of flame
the marriage
of spirits.
304.
Behind
the slatted blinds
a love
which is
long patience.
305.
The deep colour
of the paper
on which
the mind writes -
startled me.
306.
The bull's dark blood
stains the floor
of the arena -
the lances
lie across him.
307.
Beauty is the opposite
of transience.
Form is the enemy
of time.
308.
Love is
the tenderness
and transience
of the rose.
309.
Never to stop
the current
of feeling -
beats
that old Buddha
hollow.
310.
So fierce
this feeling
for what will pass.
311.
Eyes close
the flower opens.
Fragrance
and plum-blossom
mingle.
312.
A feeling
emerges -
and becomes
the rose.
313.
From front to back
of the sea -
this moon
and its power.
314.
Which way
back
among
the white clouds ?
315.
These carnations
dipped
in deep colours
of dried paper.
316.
Passing on
the message -
bowed leaves
of bamboo.
317.
What remains
for the eye -
the form
when the feelings
have separated.
318.
Having been
so close -
ten feet apart
infinite space.
319.
So many tracks -
the hidden world
has danced
on this new snow.
320.
All these colours
faded -
more beautiful
than the original.
321.
The sound
of birds
agitated
by the spring.
322.
The lark -
one pillar
of crystal
that falls
through the ear.
323.
Saw for the first time on the morning sky's
full moon -
the hare
under the cassia tree.
324.
An edge of feeling
is needed
to feel the edge
of this world.
325.
How could we see
the whole world's beauty
when one moment
overwhelms us ?
326.
Passion sits
on the chest
of a blind man.
327.
Yellow sea-poppies.
Red poppies
of the cornfield.
White heads of death.
328.
Bathed with love
the child
confuses
light with gold.
329.
Instead of that -
let the present
pity the future.
330.
All that time -
only the faint stir
of the winds of spring.
331.
Open window -
on always-green water
always-blue mountain
the ever-loving heart.
332.
Under a layer
of frost
a fall
of snow
and flowers.
333.
Water
on the pear-blossom
forms drops
then falls.
334.
White powder
white fragrance
in this dawn
of the dying moon.
335.
In beauty's
uncertainty -
its exquisite
confirmation.
336.
On her new
scarlet jacket
calligraphy
of gold.
337.
Under the kingfisher covers'
silver embroidery
feeling
the chill of dawn.
338.
Not too much -
life's sadness.
Not too much -
knowledge of things.
339.
Stone cinnamon
water magnolia
the mind on fire
at the other end
of the sky.
340.
Light on the water
touches
light in the sky.
Endlessly drifting
the abandoned heart.
341.
In the corner
of the garden -
hot wall's glare
humility of shadow.
342.
At twilight -
no form
only colours.
343.
Looking for
nothing
finding
everything.
344.
Wandering
in the night sky
among a million
dreaming stars.
345.
Fabulous red
legendary purple
in the forest
of the golden moon.
346.
The description
of colour
is the experience
of time.
347.
Held back
the balance
that is almost
escape -
water drop
on lotus leaf.
348.
The god
of the northern forest
who does not understand
humanity.
349.
The burning
in me
the burning
in you. 0
jewel in the lotus.
350.
In the fog
a swollen sun
and silver leaves.
351.
Eyes that weep
where
sweet mouths meet.
352.
Weeping blood
weeping darkness
the fragility
of meeting.
353.
Compassion's
tangled threads
like the delicate
offerings of seaweed.
354.
Your mind
moves
with the rhythm
of the moon.
355.
The golden fish
swims up to feed
from the emperor's hand
out of dark water.
356.
What does it say ?
On the ancient seal
untranslated
writing.
357.
Out of excess suffering
the altar of Kwannon
the gate of ashes
perfume
and the phoenix.
358.
The tensions
of red and black -
the meeting
of blood and darkness.
359.
The strange
golden breath
of unalloyed
joy.
360.
Inside
all which melts -
all which becomes
new form.
361.
What is held
inside
emerges
as a golden thread.
362.
On the midnight wall
our lives
expressed
in pictograms.
363.
The posterity
of the peony
is also expressed
in petals.
364.
Then in us
emerged
the madness
of the colours.
365.
In spring rain
the pine
is still drinking.