POETRY SECTION

Two Poems at the Pool of 
the Bell on Mt. Tai Po

 

Still blue water

Misty like smoke

Joining far-off waves of light

That flash before the eyes

It seems the pool is shaken

By clouds in empty space

Hanging constant

A bright bell

Pouring in clear heaven.


Through invisible droplets

Leaks a distant trace of heaven

Sinking dark blue shadows

Before a jade-green line of peaks

About how deep is the cold pool?

Try and find it out

Take the big dipper too

And hang it in a basket

                    --The Venerable Hsu Yun

                    --Translated by Upasaka Han Kuo Pu