Staying For One Night
Above the hanging scroll of Moonrise over a Brushwood Gate,
eighteen Zen priests have written poems of a guest departing.
But the artist may be showing a meeting seven centuries ago
between the monk Yung-chia and the Sixth Patriarch Hui-neng...
Master: Where do you come from?
Monk: From nowhere and now here.
After a short while, the monk bids good-bye.
Master: Are you not leaving too soon?
Monk: Mind does not move. How can you say I'm leaving too soon?
Master: Who is he who is aware of no-movement?
Monk: You, Master, are making this distinction.
Master: You have grasped well the meaning of no-birth.
Monk: How can no-birth have meaning?
Master: If it has no meaning, who can differentiate it?
Monk: Even though one may differentiate it, it's still meaningless.
Master: Good! Good! Please stay here for at least one night.
From that time on, people called Yung-chia's visit
"Enlightenment from One Night's Lodging".
Tall bamboo sways in the wind,
through mist and vines by the river
a Zen Gate opens wide to empty mind
embracing a full moon master and monk.
Peter Y. Chou
Mountain View, 3-7-2012