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Post by Shi Da Dao on Sept 7, 2010 9:24:49 GMT 1
'In an empty house; gazing like a wall Speaking or silent, never setting foot in the city streets Just bringing up the seal of the Patriarchs before my own mental impulses start to working Following the secret spirit talisman the Zen Patriarchs were In the mirror, my beard, a thousand snow-white strands At the corner of the bench, a rattan cane, seven feet of black My only fear is that a summons will arrive from on high With an imperial grant of a golden robe to chase me to court.'
Ch'an Master Dalan (1347-1403)
(Zen Under The Gun: Translated by JC Cleary - Page 168.)
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