Daily Archives: September 14, 2017

Sangha notes for 9-11-17

“Song of the Grass Roots Hermitage’ by Shitou Xiqian:
“I’ve built a grass hut where there is nothing of value.
After eating, I relax and enjoy a nap.
When the hut was completed, fresh weeds appeared.
Now it’s been lived in – covered by weeds.
The only person in the hut lives here calmly, not stuck inside, outside or in between.
Places worldly people live, he doesn’t live.
Realms worldly people love, she doesn’t love.
Though the hut is small, it includes the entire world.
In ten feet square, an old man illumes forms and their nature.
A Mahayana Bodhisattva trusts without doubt.
The middling or the lowly can’t help wondering;
Will this hut perish or not?
Perishable or not, the original master is present,
Not dwelling north or south, east or west.
Firmly based on steadiness, it can’t be surpassed.
A shining window below the green pines-
Jade palaces or vermilion towers can’t compare with it.
Just sitting with head covered, all things are at rest.
Thus, the mountain monk doesn’t understand at all.
Living here he no longer works to get free.
Who would proudly arrange seats, trying to entice guests?
Turn around the light to shine within, then just return.
The vast inconceivable source can’t be faced or turned away from.
Meet the ancestral teacher, be familiar with their instruction,
bind grasses to build a hut and don’t give up.
Let go of hundreds of years and relax completely.
Open your hands and walk, innocent.
Thousands of words, myriad interpretations
Are only to free you from obstructions.
If you want to know the undying person in the hut,
Don’t separate from this skin bag here and now.”