The poems of Taoist Cihang are as follows:
1. Cihang Pudu
The waves of the blue sea are full of blue light, and the green ponds are full of spiritual bacteria. The pure Taoist temple is auspicious, the wind is gentle, and the sound of flute is played by green bamboos wrapped around the lotus. Worrying things in this mortal world. Blessings, solemn Buddha verses of compassion. Preface to the Four Virtues and Perfect Wisdom. Purdue, Zen mind transforms all sentient beings into calamities. Be compassionate to this mountain and lake
2. Compassion to this mountain and lake
The sun and moon return to Taixu like a shuttle, holding flowers and letting the clouds relax with a smile. The purple and auspicious sun smoky into wisps, awakening, bowing on the lotus platform and chanting scriptures. Green willows and golden vases hold jade dew, and we should take into account both the noble and the inferior. To resolve the millions of sufferings in the world, sit in this mountain and lake with sincerity and compassion.
3. The majestic and wonderful appearance
The vast Nanyang is kind and quiet, and the Sanskrit bells and drums are singing on the Buddhist platform. Prajna is helpless in three lives, cause and effect, Luojia coast will meet Vimalakia. The wheel-turning lotus platform indicates blessings and misfortunes. Every flower and leaf is whirling. All prayers are answered, the chime is sounded, and the majestic and wonderful sound is heard.
Thousands and thousands of weights, where can I meet an old man under the tree of Cihang Pudu? Looking for a close friend, how many springs have passed in the mortal world, lovingly sailing to save all sentient beings, and realizing the Zen mind under the bodhi tree. To save all sentient beings from leaving, to realize the Zen opportunity under the Bodhi tree, if the world of mortals is boundless, this is the time to return. Enlightenment of Zen under the bodhi tree, lovingly sailing across the confusion, where can one find spiritual clarity in the boundless sea of ??suffering? The mortal world has traveled three thousand miles, and the sea of ??suffering has been ups and downs for twelve years. If I could meditate under the Cihang tree.
The ocean of no suffering, the heaven of sentient beings all over the world, save all sentient beings, and form good relationships under the bodhi tree. The Buddha is busy in his life, talking about the vicissitudes of life under the bodhi tree. If there is true love in the world of mortals, the boundless sea of ??suffering is our hometown. Beneath the bodhi tree, he sails across the world with kindness, and sees through the boundless sea of ??suffering. There is no trace after a dream, and the sea of ??suffering is blank. Kind sailing can cross me, and mortals can be saved under the bodhi tree. After sailing through the wind and rain, seeing through right and wrong, all things are empty under the tree of Cihang.
All living beings, learn the true scriptures under the tree. If there is any injustice in the world of mortals, I will let you go as far as the boundless sea of ??suffering. Enlighten me under the bodhi tree, I can save all sentient beings with compassion, I can see through the boundless sea of ??suffering and all kinds of emptiness. On the way home, I spent three lives in a sea of ??suffering to find a close friend, to save the worldly guests, and to realize my Zen mind under the bodhi tree. Feeling confused and sighing about the vicissitudes of life, looking back at the world of mortals with two lines of tears, Cihang Pudu spoke desolately under the tree. Under the Cihang tree, I realize the true truth. All things in the world of mortals are always there or gone. The flower is lonely, all living beings are destined, the boundless sea of ??suffering and the world of mortals are immortals.
There is no limit, there is love and a few people pity, and the flowers of Cihang and Purdue have bloomed for five hundred years. To save all sentient beings from confusion, if there is true love under the bodhi tree, where can we rely on in the boundless sea of ??suffering? Bodhi does not count the years, the voyage of mercy saves all sentient beings, and the boundless sea of ??suffering is at ease in the world of mortals. The chrysanthemums are in full bloom and the garden is full of fragrance, the yellow leaves are falling in the cool autumn weather, and the bleak west wind cannot stop blowing. May you cherish the good times.