By J.P. Seaton (Editor), Dennis Maloney (Editor)
This anthology gathers over 1500 years if chinese language Zen (Ch'an) poetry, from the earliest writing -- together with the Hsin Hsin Ming written by means of the 3rd Patriarch -- to the poetry of priests dwelling during this century. Drawn jointly by means of the Zen thread, this ragged line of poet-hermits varieties a profound lineage for plenty of modern poets.
Read or Download A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry PDF
Best technique books
Document from the Committee for Oversight and evaluation of U. S. division of power undertaking administration, and the Board on Infrastructure and the built atmosphere. Softcover.
- Bioenergy - Realizing the Potential
- High Voltage Direct Current Power Transmission
- Euro Katalog 2008 (Standardkatalog der Euro-Münzen)
- Ultrasonic nondestructive evaluation: engineering and biological material characterization
- Robotics with the Boe-Bot. Student guide
- A bias reducing technique in kernel distribution function estimation
Extra info for A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry
Temple bell, and knowin g grows nearer : bird from the branc h will drop in to shar e of the mendicant's meal . 850) (C . 850 ) Singing of Cloud Mountai n Answering Lu Ye I. I heard wind and waterfall in a dream : I have nothin g else to send you . The wheel outside the door is just the moon . Those objects hanging from the eaves , just Autumn clouds . People may talk about a ladder to heaven . Ten million rungs, and each an illusion . . Better the old ma n sitting, on the cliff Breeze clear, moon bright , and his heart , the same .
White moon rides a high wind , and I can' t sleep. Among the withered reed s the fisherman' s a nightmare . Thinking of the Old Mountains Toward the End of Autum n Spending the Night in a Little Villag e Hard traveling, and then a little village, for the night : a year of plenty, chickens, dogs , it's raucous as a market town . Come out to meet the stranger in the dusk: whole families, laughing, happy : beneath the moon , seining up fish from the pool. Used to live north of Square Hut . . Nobody knew my name .
Then colors dazzle me : mountain red, green stream , and a pine so big, ten people linking hands can't encircle it . Bare feet on slick rock as I wade upstream . Water sounds shhhh, shhhh . Wind inflates my shirt. A life like this is the best. Why put your teeth on the bit and let people rein you in ? O friends, my party of gentlemen , how can we grow old without returning here ? (773-819 ) River Sno w A thousand mountains . Flying birds vanish . Ten thousand paths . Human traces erased . One boat, bamboo hat, bark cape — an old man .
A Drifting Boat: Chinese Zen Poetry by J.P. Seaton (Editor), Dennis Maloney (Editor)