{"id":5867,"date":"2017-08-16T09:09:24","date_gmt":"2017-08-16T16:09:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=5867"},"modified":"2017-08-16T09:09:24","modified_gmt":"2017-08-16T16:09:24","slug":"meng-hao-jan-master-is-chamber-in-the-ta-yu-temple-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/16\/meng-hao-jan-master-is-chamber-in-the-ta-yu-temple-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Meng Hao-jan – Master I’s Chamber in the Ta-yu Temple"},"content":{"rendered":"

Master I\u2019s Chamber in the Ta-yu Temple
\nby Meng Hao-jan<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

English version by J. P. Seaton<\/font><\/p>\n

I-Kung\u2019s place to practice Ch\u2019an:
\na hut in an empty grove.<\/p>\n

Outside the door, a single pretty peak.
\nBefore the stair, deep valleys.<\/p>\n

Sunset confused in footprints of the rain.
\nBlue of the void in the shade of the court.<\/p>\n

Look, and see the lotus blossom\u2019s purity:
\nknow then that nothing taints this heart.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from The Poetry of Zen: (Shambhala Library)<\/a>, Edited by Sam Hamill \/ Edited by J. P. Seaton<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by toehk<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

The first several lines of this poem paint for us serene, somewhat lonely images: <\/p>\n

a meditation hut in an empty grove\u2026
\na mountain peak spied through the doorway\u2026
\nstairs descending into valleys\u2026
\nrain puddles reflecting the sunset\u2026
\nspace enclosed by a shaded court\u2026<\/p>\n

(By the way, isn\u2019t that a wonderful phrase, \u201cfootprints of the rain\u201d? As if the rain \u2014 or some spirit of the natural world \u2014 is walking toward us in reflections upon the earth\u2026)<\/p>\n

Besides the peace and stillness suggested by these images, what else do you notice? These are human spaces at the edge of the natural world\u2026 but there is no human presence here.<\/p>\n

These are all images of meditation: harmony, simplicity, nature, and no agitated ego there to stir up the dust.<\/p>\n

That last couple of lines\u2013<\/p>\n

Look, and see the lotus blossom\u2019s purity:
\nknow then that nothing taints this heart.<\/i><\/p>\n

The purity of the lotus blossom is an important esoteric theme in the poetry of both Hinduism and Buddhism. Picture a lotus flower for a moment. The lotus rises through the murky waters of ponds and lakes yet, when it blooms, it floats upon the surface, its petals shining and untainted by the mud from which it emerged. In the scriptural language and sacred poetry of Hinduism and Buddhism, the lotus perfectly embodies the soul, rising up through the murkiness of worldly experience until it reaches the surface of the spiritual realm and blooms, vibrant and pure, free from all taint and attachment.<\/p>\n

This is why Meng Hao-jan immediately follows his mention of the lotus blossom\u2019s purity with his reference to the untainted heart. No matter what the heart experiences, loss, sorrow, suffering, disgrace, when it truly opens, it is surprisingly untouched. So much of life wounds. Who can deny it? Yet somehow the battered heart blossoms with such beauty and love, no hint of past hurts.<\/p>\n

This untainted opening of the heart is not an emotion, not even something one works at. This is simply what happens. With meditation or prayer, the cultivation of inner quiet and generosity and humility, the heart surprises with its unexpected budding and blossoming. Just wait and watch.<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Meng Hao-jan<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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The Poetry of Zen: (Shambhala Library)<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nSunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Mountain Poems of Meng Hao-jan<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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China (689 \u2013 740) Timeline<\/a>
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Meng Hao-jan (also transliterated as Meng Haoran) was a celebrated poet of the Tang dynasty of China. He was also a close friend of the famous Buddhist poet, Wang Wei.<\/p>\n

Like many of the educated classes in China, Meng Hao-jan expected to live a life working as a government official, but he failed the civil service exams. He retired to the hilly country of his native Xiangyang (Hubei province) and dedicated himself, instead, to poetry and Ch\u2019an Buddhist practice.<\/p>\n

His poetry explored the beauty of nature, the fleeting nature of life, occasionally spiced with political commentary and satire.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Meng Hao-jan<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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