廣弘明集 30.22

30.22

Warding off depravity, I entrust myself to a quiet chamber; / Desolate and quiet, it is empty and true.
Leisurely thoughts drift to the mountain crags; / Dimly, I look toward the hidden hermit.
Lamentable! The mysterious wind brings deliverance; / Pure and bright, it leaves defilement and chaos.
In this age there is no sleeping through inquiries into the Way; / Strolling and singing, on what can I rely?
The spiritual creek has no alarming waves; / The four peaks are without dust.
I shall roam in its corner, / Unhitching the carriage and putting away the flying wheels.
Fragrant springs substitute for sweet wine; / Mountain fruits serve as seasonal delicacies.
The tall grove gives free rein to my light footsteps; / The stone chamber shelters my humble body.
Exalting emptiness, I practice the original radiance; / Diminishing to nothingness, I return to the primordial spirit.
Dim and murky, troubled feelings are outmoded; / Falling gently, the mid-season ether is fresh.
Close at hand, I am no guest of the realm; / Far off, I am no minister of the outside world.
Serene and tranquil, doing nothing; / How solitary! Yet naturally I have neighbors.
The foundation of Earth produces plain excellence; / The light of Heaven radiates ease and brilliance.
The spiritual principle is swift without hurrying; / The meeting with the Way has no violent striving.
Surpassing and firm as a rock, / Grasping the mystery, seizing the pivotal collar.
How dissipated is my life! / My lot has not received heavenly excellence.
Submerged, without the resonance of dark attainment; / In transformations, not displaying brilliance.
Gradually, the passing years hesitate; / Enduring is the distant期 of transformation.
Raising my head, I hope for the dark ford; / Thinking to ascend, I have not yet aligned.
Though the paths of life are three in ten, / The days already approach the realm of death.
I wish to obtain the principle of having no body, / Where the Way is lofty, and serene silence is peaceful.