The Ghost and the Master

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Nicholas Weeks
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The Ghost and the Master

Postby Nicholas Weeks » Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:25 am

Long ago, Great Master Hui Ming visited Mt. Meng. There he met a ghost who used to be a fine scholar. Even though a ghost he still uttered poems. After meeting Master Hui Ming, the ghostly poet composed one:

Dreams are long here in this wild
and forlorn desolation.
I have become too languid to care about
success or failure, about past and present,
Or how many bunches of grass I have pulled
and bouquets of flowers I have picked.
The bitter rain and biting wind
almost break my heart.
I flit in and out with the fireflies during
the dark of the night.
My shadow of a form I hide
when cocks crow at first light.
My only regret is not having cultivated
the mind-ground from the start.
Hence my fall into the realm of phantoms.
Oh, the tears roll down my face.


After the ghost sang the poem the Great Master Hui Ming taught the Dharma for him. As a result the former scholar-ghost left his realm and was reborn in a higher one.
Every time you recite Amita Buddha’s name, a ray of light shines through empty space. If you recite very sincerely, then this light fills up the universe, so that the energy of all worlds will be auspicious and harmonious.

Master Hsuan Hua

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Re: The Ghost and the Master

Postby muni » Mon Nov 08, 2010 11:09 am

Will wrote:Long ago, Great Master Hui Ming visited Mt. Meng. There he met a ghost who used to be a fine scholar. Even though a ghost he still uttered poems. After meeting Master Hui Ming, the ghostly poet composed one:

Dreams are long here in this wild
and forlorn desolation.
I have become too languid to care about
success or failure, about past and present,
Or how many bunches of grass I have pulled
and bouquets of flowers I have picked.
The bitter rain and biting wind
almost break my heart.
I flit in and out with the fireflies during
the dark of the night.
My shadow of a form I hide
when cocks crow at first light.
My only regret is not having cultivated
the mind-ground from the start.
Hence my fall into the realm of phantoms.
Oh, the tears roll down my face.


After the ghost sang the poem the Great Master Hui Ming taught the Dharma for him. As a result the former scholar-ghost left his realm and was reborn in a higher one.


Beautiful.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fwh5_I4HdnA

Nonattachment is liberating medicine.


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