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Subject FOR NIRVANA /Korean Seon(zen) Master Cho Oh-Hyun àääÀ Ùöߣ ðÆçéúè-7 | ||
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FOR NIRVANA CHO OH-HYUN
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THE WAY TO BISEUL MOUNTAIN
Who is that returning on the winding road to Mt. Biseul,
past the trees all stripped of time, the cloud-covered gorges below?
Is it a pleasant that splits the sky with its fluttering wings?
No keomungo strings, but if you tread there, won¡¯t you hear the rhyme?
The road is spliced-as if to break-cut precipices-extending:
is that scent the spices of hail grains soaked into your clothes?
Does the temple sit, eyes shut, cloaked again in the inky dark?
Just as well to be tucked away, in isolation,obscure.
That lone bird, about now, does it drop a feather as it goes?
50
2007-SEOUL AT NOON
Today, a nude photo, halfway torn
At a crossroad on an alley wall amid the eateries of Sinsadong
And still, the Earth spins-
Galileos¡¯s whine
51
2007-SEOUL AT NIGHT
Mute tree, mute bird
A picture of me, sitting
Or
an island frozen over in the dark
Not that, either, but a loud bird sneezing
52
WILD DUCKS & SHADOW
When I ask him-Master Haejang,
hero of the hangover drink-
for tiding of the mountain temple,
he says, Yesterday the wild ducks
that played in the West Star lotus pond
went away, and now, today, only
the shadow of the dogwood remains.
53
WINTER MOUNTAIN BEASTS
Ate midwinter black bean gruel,
cast out all manner of demons
Fell asleep reading Master Joju¡¯s sayings
Crunch-a frozen tree breaking
in the deep lonely of a far mountain
54
A DAY AT OLD FRAGRANCE HALL
The sun slants in, onto the two-tiered wood floor
of Old Fragrance Hall
Through the hanging plaited bamboo shades,
The whole day flickering away.
Painting hanging askew on the wall:
a Taoist hermit with magical powers,
An old ferryman who¡¯s let go of the oar,
drifting with his fishing boat,
And again, so soon, I am the setting sun.
55
BODHIDHARMA 1
The whole of the West was yours-
and you gave it not a glance
The master, who sat so long in solitude,
purifying himself in flame
Has left us a commodity
at the close of the global exchange
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BODHIDHARMA 2
Live-trying living-and not
a lucky dream in the world
Even your hereditary occupation
and mooching all used up
Attained your aim for a round, and still
no investors to do business Àð°í
57
BODHIDHARMA 3
A shame¡¯s New Year¡¯s offering bowl
left out beneath a boulder-
You ate it all up at a glance,
and even if you were to vomit up the world
Still, you would see no one
Look around-you¡¯ll be morning sick
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BODHIDHARMA 4
The unfamiliar sound of the wind
that sawed at this one life
With the news cut off
in that apparent space
A pilgrim asks the way
and you draw him an empty circle
59
BODHIDHARMA 5
Fondle it daily and still
the beard won¡¯t grow
The sky, too pale,
is being dyed
Fingernails, toenails, caught in moonlight,
all withered and fallen out
60
BODHIDHARMA 6
At the notice from afar, of debt returned
at the very conclusion of keeping house
Though this single garment of life
weighs heavy on your shoulders
You block the ways of the world and run-
away-in the opposite direction
61
BODHIDHARMA 7
On that soft, first fired clay
on the firm, fertile soil
That bamboo stamped in ink
is a sala tree
On that clear, calm current
you ride upstream
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BODHIDHARMA 8
Wash your hair-wash it-
the dandruff doesn¡¯t clear¡¯
Life is itchy-
you scratch it with your nails
And dark marks,
the scars you left behind
63
BODHIDHARMA 9
No matter how much you glare,
those sword-blade eyes will not open
That bright seed, crammed in back
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