Jay Mandeville Poems
Hot Weather, A Zen Poem
Enduring hot weather
is like avoiding a visitor's call:
stay hidden beneath
Infinity's shade, keep quiet and still.
Chase off the sun under Wu-t'ung trees -
a meandering stream will unfasten the breeze.
And if, like the heat, someone shows up and stays
they too might be hiding, knowing yours is the place.
- adapted from Yuan Mei (1716-1798)
The bee in a moment's transparence
Unhusks with its flight the Abyss
And from me care and desire shifts
Except to enter that
The lucid centre
Of its sound...