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Subject FOR NIRVANA /Korean Seon(zen) Master Cho Oh-Hyun 雪嶽 霧山 曺五鉉-9
Name   관리자 Hit 175

​​FOR NIRVANA 
108 ZEN SIJO POEMS      


CHO OH-HYUN
  



 


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ntroductory by KWON YOUNGMIN



 


translated by HEINZ INSU FENKLE 



 


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



 



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WHEN THE THUNDER GOD CAME TO MY BODY



 


Today, out of a mad sky, the thunder god came into my body



 


saying, Let’s smash the world to bits and ride the lightning to the



 


West.



 


Even just a flashing bolt leaves me all choked up.



 


 



 


Peel off this coagulated blood porridge, you’ll see



 


the landmines on the path, not an inch of dirt to bury them,



 


and thoughts of moving up are a walk, footsteps on that bridge.



 


 



 


Sorrows-they pile up day by day like fallen leaves,



 


unweighable till the end, the load of freedom.



 


Long time from now, I’ll be alone, unable, to label, this day.



 


 



 


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OPENING THE MOUNTAIN-SIDE WINDOW



 


 



 


When I spread out the Flower Garland Sutra and open the north



 


window.



 


All manner of birds, names unknown to me, have already



 


read it.



 


Here and there, between the tree branches, they fly...



 


 



 


Blades of grass amidst the grasses, lawn bugs amongst the insects,



 


Trees, shrubs, wild beasts of the mountain, large and smal,



 


Heaven, Earth-all of this-all these lives...



 


 



 


Merging into one, and becoming one



 


They leave their bodies and appear, visible,



 


Sustenance, each to each, radiant, each other for the one...



 


 



 


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PROXIMATION



 


 



 


spring coming, and a frog-



 


that one frog-its incessant croaking



 


 



 


calls me out from sitting



 


in my cell, and then-



 


 



 


mountain and meadow,



 


the frozen flora,



 


ice up and go green again



 


 



 


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SUN & MOON



 


 



 


the sky- that high,



 


the sea-this deep,



 


 



 


the last rays of twilight sunk on the horizon,



 


clouds like dyed flowers



 


 



 


and the great of Heaven, opening, as if to close-



 


Ah!-the moon is rising in the east again



 




 


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ARISING, PASSING, ATTACHMENT



 


for Yi Yun-yeong, wife of Son Hak-kyu



 


 



 


In your garden, when autumn passed like a cloudburst,



 


 



 


A single fruit, all the world’s flavors clutched inside,



 


 



 


Falls with a thud-



 


A shriveled quince.



 


 



 


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THE WIND THAT ONCE WEPT



 


IN THE PINE GROVE



 


 



 


The wind that once wept in the pine grove



 


fell asleep-because it was a pine grove



 


 



 


and the wind that once rushed through the great forest



 


breathed softly-because it was the great forest



 


 



 


that moon, too, passing through the empty sky,



 


is honest-it cannot be anything but bright



 


 



 


81



 


GWANSEUM



 


 



 


The candle-lit dream is melting, dyed with lotus blossom,



 


Yet after your final bath, you still cannot take the lotus seat.



 


You are the Bodhisattva who cannot bear the sounds of sorrow.



 


 



 


The 108 prayers in your grasp, the more you count, the heavier



 


They grow, scattered thoughts strung, bead by bead



 


As you stand in the moonlight garden, watching over Paradise.



 


 



 


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THIS BODY OF MINE



 


I went up to the top of Namsan and watched the sun go down



 


 



 


Seoul was a dark, red, frothing swamp



 


 



 


And in it, this body of mine, a leech stuck to a duckweed leaf



 


 



 


83



 


THE DAY I TRY DYING



 


 



 


The day I get the death notice



 


I try dying myself-



 


 



 


Build a coffin, close my eyes,



 


lie down inside;



 


 



 


Sprinkle blue-smoke ashes



 


from the oven of the crematorium.



 


 



 


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AS I LOOK UPON MYSELF



 


 



 


Sitting, in the meditation hall,



 


I look upon myself-



 


 



 


a single bug crawling by



 


stretching its body, contracts it;



 


 



 


gnawing at all manner of things,



 


it evacuates, but



 


 



 


also does lay its eggs.



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