Poems

Washing the hoe Washing the hoe– ripples on the water; far off, wild ducks. Translated by Robert Hass

White blossoms of the pear White blossoms of the pear and a woman in moonlight reading a letter. Translated by Robert Hass

Delirium (joking at illness) I don’t want to come, yet suddenly I’m here; I don’t want to leave, yet suddenly I’m gone. Don’t know where I’ve […]

Just Done All the heart needs is a home in which to dwell in the quiet. The flavor of desirelessness lasts longest. So a boy runs […]

On the Road to T’ien-T- Ai On the Road to T’ien-T- Ai Wrapped, surrounded by ten thousand mountains. Cut off, no place to go… Until you’re […]

Rain Passes Rain passes, washing the face of the mountain. Clouds come, the mountain’s in a dream. Clouds and rain come and go as they please. […]

Untitled 1 God permeates the whole wide world. Yet His truth is revealed to none. You better seek Him in yourself. You and He aren’t apart-you’re […]

Untitled II O God, if you would ever question me, This would be my outright answer to Thee: True, I sinned-brutalised my own being, But what […]

Untitled III I am before, I am after The soul for all souls all the way. I’m the one with a helping hand Ready for those […]

Untitled IV Knowledge should mean a full grasp of knowledge: Knowledge means to know yourself, heart and soul. If you have failed to understand yourself, Then […]