Three Pines and a Buddha - Part 3

The Jina Buddha Ratnasambhava

The Jina Buddha Ratnasambhava
Central Tibet (by a Newar artist), circa 1100-1125 - LACMA Collections

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151.

Beauty -

fragile as a fan of silk

now discarded in the dawn.

152.

Poems

divisible by zero

all giving infinities.

153.

This pillow-book.

that lover

gives endlessly

to lover.

154.

The Buddha that stares

as stupidly as a fish -

the golden carp.

155.

What is

this world

words inhabit ?

156.

After the frost

the flowering cherry

slowly recovers colour

from the pale sky.

157.

In winter twilight -

these pale leaves

of the pieris

are not its

cream-of-spring.

158.

Wintersweet carries

its pale bells

next to the gold

of jasmine's fall.

159.

Blue irises -

and their deep green leaves

a sheaf of beautiful women.

160.

This night -

too ice cold

to drown the spirit.

161.

The amazing

sound of the waterfall

thundered into my body.

162.

Hold tight

to this earth

that changes

under your feet.

163.

One old giddy Buddha

on the mountain

drinking clouds.

164.

Fragile leaf

touches

fragile leaf

the white stream

presses flat.

165.

In the heart

of the storm

the wood

gives a green shout.

166.

Something in me

keeps counting the time -

the drummer.

167.

The demon Death

has a hundred white masks

and every one

is expressionless.

168.

Under the coverlet

talking intimately

two mandarin ducks.

169.

Behind closed eyelids

she is gracefully

making love

in a dream.

170.

Out of the pale gold sea

rise

blue irises

green blades.

171.

Night-window

opening

onto the white

embers

of poplars.

172.

Pale shoulders

give themselves

as a pledge -

love goes naked.

173.

The wistaria's

mauve rain

that keeps on

not falling.

174.

On the back

of the courtesan

the efforts

of a grand-master.

175.

Clearing the trees -

the pure thoughts

of Tohaku.

176.

How can I find you

in the immense darkness

at dawn ?

177.

Cedar -

the upraised head

of the great cobra

that will not strike.

178.

Infinite space reddens

then cools

silently

at the heart of the rose.

179.

With a flat board

scattering

the embers

like words

from a fan.

180.

Misunderstood -

the meaning

of the floating world.

181.

Your affection

has the colours

of water and moonlight-

the colours

of the mysterious angel.

182.

The mind aware -

the passing of its being

echoes

inside the bell.

183.

This paper

wrinkled

under one word -

absence.

184.

Not worth remembering

those days -

that lengthened

then shrunk to nothing.

185.

I will wait forever

for the ray of light

from behind the mountain.

186.

All those actions

without trace

others are fated

to repeat.

187.

In the cracked bowl -

humble tea,

plain rice.

188.

Paper is

more patient

than the heart.

189.

Patience of the heart

a sheathed blade

never drawn.

190.

Flame and light

softly interfuse

in the far depths

of this flower.

191.

Peony and Chysanthemum

the gentle giving-way

to a mysterious flame

of silver and gold.

192.

Cutting

the centuries

with the blade

of art.

193.

Her two hands

clasped round her knees

the child once more

gravely looks out.

194.

In the green garden

trying to conceive

the memory

of snow.

195.

The green bamboo

bows

to the spirit of snow.

196.

The fragrance is deepest

in this green garden

empty of gods.

197.

From the small smoke

of a meeting

the great fire

of this love.

198.

The drum stops

and suddenly reveals

the continuous silence

of Buddha.

199.

Your beauty

like one red maple leaf

on the screen of white and gold

hides

all the landscape.

200.

Only to give solace to the day

opening yourself to the night.

201.

The moon on a sea of light

waiting

to find

another floating island.

202.

Salt spray

in drops of light

trickles over and through

the beach-pine's branches.

203.

In the floating world -

the lightness

of our feet on the earth.

204.

Black juice of the pen

runs

in the dragon veins

of the poem.

205.

Reflected by black

the light of time

is golden.

206.

A rushlight

of gold

over evening snow

cancelled my pain.

207.

Pale steam

shrouds the window.

Over the snow

strange trees are walking.

208.

Love and Truth -

if I lose you

I lose myself

eyes-of-the-willow.

209.

Gold leaf.

The autumn willow

gently paints

the stream

in its arms.

210.

The plum-tree

does not criticise

the rose.

211.

On the flight

of stone steps

the helpless Buddhas

collecting leaves.

212.

Over the gold bridge-rail

I see

the terrible power

of spring.

213.

Green was never tender

as in your eyes.

214.

Which drop

of water

are you

in the immense

sea ?

215.

A child in the snow

surrounded

by a halo of gold

goes shaking

the heavy branches.

216.

The moisture

in my words

has wet

your listening eye.

217.

The deafening

silence

of the gods.

218.

This precious night

these deep feelings

the graceful nymph

brings as a gift

from her land

of rain and cloud.

219.

Sacrifice -

the smoke of pain

out of which

the grace of light.

220.

The small bird waits

as the tree-squirrel

eats upside-down

on the cherry-branch

221.

The pale swans float

at the far end

of the lake.

222.

We will conspire

to create

the dream you had lost belief in.

223.

Does the shadow

of the bird

reflect its lost companion ?

224.

Loose white feathers

drift over

the ruffled water.

225.

Mind trying to enter

the invisible space

inside the tree

is baffled.