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Subject FOR NIRVANA /Korean Seon(zen) Master Cho Oh-Hyun 雪嶽 霧山 曺五鉉-5
Name   관리자 Hit 202

FOR NIRVANA 
108 ZEN SIJO POEMS  


CHO OH-HYUN
  



 


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introductory by KWON YOUNGMIN



 


translated by HEINZ INSU FENKLE 



 


Associate professor of English and Asian studies at SUNY New Paltz.



 



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WAKING IN PLACE



 


 



 


villagers toward the sunrise



 


monks toward the sunset-



 


life or death, they keep walking



 


 



 


one lifetime



 


barely as mush as a single step



 


go on, go on



 


just walking in place



 


 



 


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THE PATH OF LOVE



 


 



 


Even love has conditions to meet:



 


to love legitimately, one needs



 


 



 


To erect a stone span



 


at the neck of the shimmering shallows



 


 



 


And, of course, a trysting place, to



 


which this monk and that monk may come



 


 



 


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AT THE RAZOR’S EDGE



 


 



 


You bastards who think you’re monks,



 


consider this: To be a monk



 


 



 


You must die-several times at least-



 


at the razor’s edge



 


 



 


And the nails of your fingers and toes, your eyebrows,



 


all must wither and fall out.



 


 



 


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CRIME & PUNISHMENT



 


 



 


That date tree, struck by lightning,



 


at the levee by the temple fields



 


 



 


How great was its load of sin-



 


it is I who should have been struck



 


 



 


And with thoughts like this, yet again,



 


I let the whole day pass



 


 



 


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TODAY’S BEAMING



 


 



 


The harvest moon rises, and the calms, with bated breath,



 


float surfaceward-and open wide their mouths to receive



 


the moon’s beams, revealing all their innermost flesh.



 


 



 


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THE WAY TO GYERIMSA TEMPLE



 


 



 


I stagger, single-minded, on the 40-li high path to Gyerimsa,



 


The black cuckoo of Mr. Chorok soaking in my collar,



 


Beads of sweat on forehead, white clouds gleaming.



 


 



 


Mountain follows stream and water flows from mountain;



 


Time means nothing in the landscape of the temple,



 


One’s heart emerges, worldless, exposed-and yet



 


 



 


With these dyed robes weighing heavy on my shoulders



 


And 108 prayer beads hanging eyeless, tight, around my neck,



 


Why is the way so dark as I stand in the bright light of day?



 


 



 


In some deep valley, a solitary wildflower blooms with a smile,



 


And the wind from the great forest comes to drowse in these pine



 


woods



 


Today, bowing low to the green mountains, at this site, I arrive.



 


 



 


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THE WAY FORWARD



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 1



 


 



 


water streams down



 


the path winds upward



 


 



 


I sit with my feet in water



 


white cloud resting on a slab of stone



 


 



 


my mind in the wide valley



 


where the cuckoo cries



 


 



 


 



 


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NOT TWO GATES



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 2



 




 


over mountain, over waves



 


barely nightfall-down-both sund and moon



 


 



 


my sole desire, to abide-



 


even that’s all burnt away



 


 



 


the wind leaves a long aftertaste



 


my heart opens



 


 



 


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SITTING BUDDHA



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 3



 


 



 


how heavy is it



 


the mind seated in its seat?



 


 



 


even if there is no word for why,



 


lighting the long lamps-sun and moon



 


 



 


watching over each spine of these green hills,



 


buddha-head flowers illuminating the dream



 


 



 


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BLUE CRANE-ZEN MASTER YEONGHER



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 4



 


 



 


a century of longing behind you,



 


you left for Yellow Mountain



 


 



 


when you were lonely-the rim of dawn



 


when you were happy-the moonlight sky



 


 



 


over heaven’s vast expanse



 


do you follow the cosmic law



 


 



 


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STONE LAMP



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 5



 


 



 


cold stone, warm hand



 


gather wants, light a lamp



 


 



 


breath burns in the dark



 


the pine breeze falls asleep



 


 



 


and myself, alone, an owl



 


crying all night on this vast mountain



 


 



 


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COLD LAMP-MASTER WHITE WATER



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 6



 


 



 


the Yellow Mountain stretch out



 


immersed in the distance beyond the sky



 


 



 


winds through the scattered reeds



 


empty wild field in Geumneung



 


 



 


moon rising, 90,000 li night



 


a cold lamp, burning



 


 



 


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MIND MOON



 


Jikjisa Temple Travel Diary 7



 


 



 


storey after storey, the highest peaks



 


above the lighted lotus lamps



 


 



 


standing once again on tiptoe



 


the mind moon rises deep into the heart



 


 



 


even the darkness makes way



 


as I walk in the center of this night



 





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