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Venerable Master Hsu Yun [Empty Cloud]

(pin yin: Xu Yun)

(08-26-1840 ~ 10-13-1959)

#17 #47 62 #104 #106 #150 #145 #174

A Pictorial Biography of Venerable Master Hsu Yun 1, 2

 

- Preface
- Volume 1:

#27: The Orthodox Way

#41: Embarking on his 3-steps-1-bow pilgrimage

#50~71: The beggar who turned out to be...

#104: When a cup fell...emptiness was pulverized; the mad mind stopped....

 

- Volume 2:

#105-106:  Repaying his mother's kindness

#145-189: Efficacious responses

#176: Being summoned by the Sixth Patriarch to go back

 #190: Certifying the monk An Tzu (Ven. Master Hsuan Hua); storing away the vessel until the time was ripe

#193:  Attack by hoodlums

#194:  Seeing Maitreya Bodhisattva in the Tushita Heaven and then returning

#207:  His Parinirvana at age 120

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- The Story of the Venerable Master Hsu Yun's Enlightenment

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  Pictured in front of the cowshed where he lived in his last years

 

Verse by Venerable Master Hsu Yun:

This crazed fellow--where does he come from?
Brashly sticking his neck out,

  defying the Dharma's ending for no reason.
Rueful that the sagely lineage hangs

  by a precarious thread,
He minds not his own business but

  soley worries for others.

Onto the top of a lone ridge with a straight

  hook he angles for a carp;
Into the great ocean on its bed stoking

  flames he fries a bubble.

No kindred souls to be found--

  only himself with his sorrows;
His laughters pierce the void,

  others' scolding gripes him not.
Ask him:  Why not let go?
When the masses' suffering comes to an end

  is when I'll rest!

--Spring 1958, Hsu Yun,
Illusory Roaming Bhikshu, at Age
119, A Self-Portrait,
On Mount Yun Ju [Cloud Abode]

 
     
   
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