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Where am I going? I answer, "the road is long."
I knew myself completely, no part left out.
Every place the wind carries me is home.
You who are limitless mercy-who will trace the results of a lifetime I've done wrong, evaluate my weakness? I ask, remember me, if nothing else, as one who lived.
You may say "existence," but you can't grasp it! You may say "nonexistence," but many things appear! It's beyond the sky of "existence" and "nonexistence"
I know that I live in the body of mind and the field of the senses.
What's inside me, I don't let it out; what's outside me, I don't let it in. If someone comes in, he goes right out again--he has nothing to do with me at all. I am a doorkeeper of the Heart, not a lump of wet clay.
What you see outside you, you see within. It's visible and it is your garment.
I am the one who alone exists, there is no one to judge me.
I've done everything right, and followed the rule of my teacher. I'm not lazy or proud. Why havn't I found peace?
At last free, at last I am a woman free! No more tied to the kitchen, stained amid the stained pots, no more bound to the busband who thought me less, than the shade he wove with his hands. No more anger, no more hunger, I sit now in my own tree. Meditating thus, I am happy, I am serene.
Evening tar who gathers verything, shining dawn scattered-You bring the sheep and the goats, You bring the child back to its mother.
I marveled at the light, and grasped it, and brought it up to te sun. I laid hold upon it, and will not let it go.
Wisdom is sweeter than honey, brings more joy than wine, illumines more than the sun, is more precious than jewels. She causes the the ears to hear and heart to comprehend.
Why is the moon full when people are apart? People fell sorrow and joy, and to be together and to be apart. May we all be blessed with longevity even if we are far apart, we will still able to share the beauty of the moon together.
After the pain settles, I see through a new eye...an eye of wisdom...a delicate, but severely keen eye.
I am of storm, yet, I am of calm. Never to forget, always to remember...I am alive.
Be as different as you are; your light shines bright as any star. as you work in your persistence, you bring essence to existence.
between the idea and the reality; between the motion and the act, falls the shadow,
between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, falls the shadow
between the desire, and the spasm, between the potency, and the existence, between the essence, and the descent, falls the shadow.
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, in hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
I've looked at live from both sides now, from win and lose and still somehow, it's life's illusions I recall, I really don't know life at all.
Reading poems is the spiritual journey of one's heart.
Posted by Jane Qi on 5/31/04; 1:26:18 PM
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