Poems of Meng Jiao
Summer day, paying respects to my Chan master
My master has many lineages,
Expounds the law as a cloud lacking nothing.
Chan heart beyond the three worlds
Sits feasting amid Heaven and Earth.
Peaceful temple, gods and ghosts depart.
Body and all things as one.
Because he knows to protect our kingdom,
He fills his begging bowl with dragon's poison.
Arousing myself from my dusty tatters,
I visit the master to see the true model.
Why wait for a million kalpas?
In a twinkling, depart from your confinement.
From midsummer's fiery sun until the
Autumn winds arrive, we share one hall.
I may not be his disciple, but his
Exemplary nature hangs in my ancestral hall.
One must keep in mind that for the spiritually-minded, there is no religion. There is only the living Way. Meng Jiao spent his life upon the Way.