Poems of Meng Jiao
Listening to the Blue Creek monks talk of the First Recluse's Constant Polishing Scripture
Like old trees, with branches almost bare,
True monks also stand together.
Mountain trees have their own truths,
Men upon the Way, beyond mortal judgments.
Hands grasp the Constant Polishing hymn and
Thoughts return to the Recluse.
Above an empty landscape, sky suddenly clears.
Snow blossoms remain upon its garments.
Purifying, a day of running waters, and
The cold world emits bright gleams.
The Constant Polishing Hymn is the Vimalakirti Sutra. Recall the poem where Meng Jiao and other men are entertained by a singing girl, a master of song and qin, in her seventies, where they sing Buddhist sutras with her. Meng Jiao seems to have spent time among the Blue Creek monks, discussing this sutra, which enlarges upon the practice of silent meditation and of the proper place for speech.