We take long trips.
We puzzle over the meaning of a painting or of a book,
when what we're wanting to see and understand in this world, we are that.
translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks
The PLEASURES of MERELY CIRCULATING
The garden flew around with the angel,
The angel flew round with the clouds,
And the clouds flew round and the clouds flew round
And the clouds flew round with the clouds.
Is there any secret in skulls,
The cattle skulls in the woods?
Do the drummers in black hoods
Rumble anything out of their drums?
Mrs. Anderson's Swedish baby
Might well have been German or Spanish
But that things go round and again go round
Has rather a classical sound.
The Palm at the End of the Mind
AT THE WASHING OF MY SON
Everybody wants an intelligent son.
My intelligence only got me into difficulties.
I want only a brave and simple boy,
Who, without trouble or resistance,
Will rise to the highest offices.
SU TUNG P'O
Translated by Kenneth Rexroth
THE REAL WORK
It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,
and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.
The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings.