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Foreword | 17 | |
Written on the Lake on my Way Back to the Retreat at Stone Cliff | 25 | |
On Climbing the Highest Peak of Stone Gate | 26 | |
Setting out at Night from the Pavilion at Stone Pass | 27 | |
On Founding a Retreat for the Sangha at Stone Cliff | 28 | |
Bodhi originally has no tree | 29 | |
If evil flowers bloom in the mind-ground | 30 | |
Deluded, a Buddha is a sentient being | 31 | |
Enjoying the Cool | 32 | |
An Autumn Evening in the Hills | 33 | |
Seeking a Night's Lodging at the Monastery of the Chan Master Daoyi | 34 | |
The Wang River Collection | 35 | |
In my Lodge at Wang Chuan after a Long Rain | 40 | |
Light Lines on a Flat Rock | 41 | |
Green Creek | 42 | |
Suffering from the Heat | 43 | |
Living in the Hills: Impromptu Verses | 44 | |
Stone Gate Monastery on Mount Lantian | 45 | |
Visiting the Forest Pavilion of the Recluse, Cui Xingzong, with Lu Xiang | 46 | |
Farm House on the Wei Stream | 47 | |
In the Hills | 48 | |
Weeping for Ying Yao | 49 | |
Zhongnan Retreat | 50 | |
Lines | 51 | |
On Missing my Way to the Monastery of Heaped Fragrance | 52 | |
Sitting Alone on an Autumn Night | 53 | |
On Parting with the Buddhist Pilgrim Lingche | 54 | |
Rejoicing that the Zen Master Bao Has Arrived from Dragon Mountain | 55 | |
A thousand clouds among a myriad streams | 56 | |
When men see Han-shan | 57 | |
When the men of the world look for this path amid the clouds | 58 | |
Men ask the way to Cold Mountain | 59 | |
Cold cliffs, more beautiful the deeper you enter | 60 | |
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path | 61 | |
As for me, I delight in the everyday Way | 62 | |
So Han-shan writes you these words | 63 | |
A telling analogy for life and death | 64 | |
In the third month when the silkworms were still small | 65 | |
Why am I always so depressed? | 66 | |
Parrots dwell in the west country | 67 | |
I sit and gaze on this highest peak of all | 68 | |
Yesterday I saw the trees by the river's edge | 69 | |
Man, living in the dust | 70 | |
My mind is like the autumn moon | 71 | |
You can see the moon's brightness | 72 | |
Far, faraway, steep mountain paths | 73 | |
I laugh at my failing strength in old age | 74 | |
To what shall I compare the world? | 75 | |
Dhyana's Hall | 76 | |
At Wang Changling's Retreat | 77 | |
Looking for Lu Hongjian but Failing to Find Him | 78 | |
Idle Droning | 79 | |
A Flower? | 80 | |
Realizing the Futility of Life | 81 | |
On his Baldness | 82 | |
Night Snow | 83 | |
The Temple | 84 | |
At Yiye Temple | 95 | |
Meditation Hall | 96 | |
An Early Morning Visit to the Buddhist Priest Chao to Read the Chan Scriptures | 97 | |
Looking for the Recluse and Not Finding Him Home | 98 | |
Southern Study | 99 | |
To an Old Monk on Mount Tian Tai | 100 | |
Written on Master Hengzhao's Wall | 101 | |
Grieving for Zen Master Jianzhang | 102 | |
On the Winter Festival I Visited Lone Mountain and the Two Monks Huijin and Huisi | 103 | |
Written on Abbot Lun's Wall at Mount Jiao | 105 | |
The murmuring brook is the Buddha's long, broad tongue | 106 | |
The Lyre | 107 | |
Flower Shadows | 108 | |
Spring Night | 109 | |
Days of Rain; the Rivers Have Overflowed | 110 | |
Begonias | 111 | |
Passing Over Dayu Peak | 112 | |
The Southern Room over the River | 113 | |
Recalling the Old Days at Mianchi | 114 | |
Moving to Lin'gao Pavilion | 115 | |
Enjoying the Peonies at the Temple of Good Fortune | 116 | |
Presented to Tanxiu | 117 | |
The Weaker the Wine | 119 | |
Sending Off Chan Master Xiaoben to Fayun | 121 | |
Abbot Zhan's Cell | 122 | |
Written on the Wall at Xilin Temple | 123 | |
Books | 124 | |
Every single thing | 125 | |
The winds of spring | 126 | |
Trailing on the wind | 127 | |
To "Eyes' Fascination" | 128 | |
The Boatman's Flute | 129 | |
Making Fire in the Boat on a Snowy Day | 130 | |
Red Peonies in a Jar | 131 | |
The Cold Lantern | 132 | |
Passing the Pavilion on Shenzhu Bridge | 133 | |
Spending the Night at the River-Port Pool Rock | 134 | |
Rising Early | 135 | |
The Morning Ferry | 136 | |
Staying Overnight at Xiaosha Stream | 137 | |
During an Intercalary August After the "Arrival of Autumn" It Was Hot in the Evening and I Went to Be Cool in the Prefectural Garden | 138 | |
The Twin Pagodas of Orchid Stream | 139 | |
Don't Read Books! | 140 | |
On Seeing the First Bloom of the Lotus | 141 | |
Watching the Moon Go Down | 142 | |
Bright bright! | 143 | |
Coming, going, the waterfowl | 144 | |
Depending on Neither Words nor Letters | 145 | |
Worship Service | 146 | |
Impromptu Poem | 147 | |
Winter Moon | 148 | |
Winter Moon (2) | 149 | |
Summer Night | 150 | |
Refreshing, the wind against the waterfall | 151 | |
Cold Night: Impromptu | 152 | |
Autumn's Whiteness | 153 | |
In heaven and earth, no ground to plant my single staff | 154 | |
Staying at Luyuan Temple: Wang Wei's Former Residence | 155 | |
Miscellaneous Poems from My Lair | 156 | |
Rhyming with the Priest Caoan's Poem "Living in the Mountains" | 158 | |
In the Mountain | 159 | |
At Tomo Harbor | 160 | |
Imitating the Old Style | 161 | |
In China: Sick with Malarial Fever | 162 | |
Herding the Ox in the Himalayas | 164 | |
At Deathbed | 165 | |
To Rhyme with a Poem by My Old Teacher: Sick in Winter | 166 | |
For all these years, my certain Zen | 167 | |
Sweeping Leaves | 168 | |
In the Mountains | 169 | |
Inscription over his Door | 170 | |
Camellia Blossoms | 171 | |
Hymn for Offering Incense Upon the Buddha's Attainment of the Path | 172 | |
Inscribed on the Pavilion of Moon on the Water: Two Poems | 173 | |
Improvisation Upon Leaving the Nanzenji to Go Into Retirement | 174 | |
Poem Rhyming with Monk San's "Trip to Kanazawa - Recalling Old Times" | 175 | |
Rohatsu: To Show to My Disciples | 176 | |
Two Scenes Inscribed on a Screen | 177 | |
In Response to a Request to "Explain the Secret Teaching" | 178 | |
The Painted Fan | 179 | |
An Old Temple | 180 | |
The void has collapsed upon the earth | 181 | |
Dwelling in the Mountains: A Poem Rhyming with Chanyue's | 182 | |
Like dew that vanishes | 183 | |
Contemplating the Law, reading sutras, trying to be a real master | 184 | |
Sunset in a Fishing Village | 185 | |
Foothills beneath a deepening pall of snow | 186 | |
Such a mind, is, indeed, that of a Buddha! | 187 | |
As darkness falls | 188 | |
Without understanding | 189 | |
Cuckoo | 190 | |
Invisible as the wind to the eye | 192 | |
Soul mad with longing | 193 | |
"If it be so, so be it!" | 194 | |
A temporary lodging | 195 | |
Spring | 196 | |
Summer | 197 | |
Autumn | 198 | |
Winter | 199 | |
They come about on their own | 200 | |
Saying Goodbye to the Monk Wunian | 201 | |
On Receiving My Letter of Termination | 202 | |
Writing Down What I See | 203 | |
On dead branches crows remain perched at autumn's end | 204 | |
The sea dark | 205 | |
On the mountain road the sun arose | 206 | |
Coming this mountain way | 207 | |
The whitebait opens its black eyes | 208 | |
Asleep within the grave | 209 | |
Priceless is one's incantation | 210 | |
Past, present, future | 211 | |
You no sooner attain the great void | 212 | |
My house is buried in the deepest recess of the forest | 213 | |
Green spring, start of the second month | 214 | |
I am imprisoned in my cottage among the solitary hills | 215 | |
Begging food, I went to the city | 216 | |
At an old temple | 217 | |
In the still night by the vacant window | 218 | |
My beloved friend | 219 | |
Good manners and sweet habits have faded, year after year | 220 | |
Our life in this world | 224 | |
You mustn't suppose | 225 | |
Since I began to climb this steep path of discipline | 226 | |
Foothills far below | 227 | |
If anyone asks | 229 | |
The wind is gentle | 230 | |
Here are the ruins of the cottage where I once hid myself | 231 | |
All my life too lazy to try and get ahead | 232 | |
On the Death of Yukinori | 233 | |
I have a walking stick | 235 | |
From Spring to Autumn of 1827 Some Things Came to me Which I Wrote Down Haphazardly | 236 | |
A Renunciation of Wit | 237 | |
Biographies | 239 | |
Acknowledgments | 251 |
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