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]