POEM: SUDDEN FOG
by contemplativeinquiry
Setting out at dawn, I gaze at the distant mountains;
I can count the peaks in the clear air.
But the budding hope in my heart
arouses the jealousy of the Mountain Spirit.
Swiftly he exhibits his divine powers
in a startling display of transformation.
He fills the air with cotton clouds
then tears them into sheds of silken mist.
They enfold the earth from everywhere
and hide the sky from view.
The sun, like a plate of rose quartz,
hangs at a height beyond calculation –
it shines down through the haze, red beams penetrating the white fog.
In the fog are human forms
coming and going in great confusion.
Each of them is holding some implement
but I cannot see clearly what they are.
Next, as if this weren’t strange enough,
there appear even stranger sights:
a roadway lined with pearl-studded banners;
mountains covered with trees of jasper.
A golden bridge arching across the sky;
a jade pagoda surging up from the earth.
But while I stare in astonishment
everything is suddenly swept away.
Amazed, I rub my eyes,
and finding myself standing on the same old mountain road.
Who can say if this was fantasy or reality,
whether I was dreaming of awake?
Once I travelled to Mountain Omei in my imagination
And laughed at Buddha for deceiving the ignorant.
Laugh at deception and be deceived –
Then Buddha will have the last laugh.
From Yang Wan-li Heaven my Blanket: Earth my Pillow: Poems from Sung Dynasty China New York & Tokyo: Weatherhill, 1975 (Translated and introduced by Jonathan Chaves)
According to our reckoning Yang Wan-li lived from 1127-1206. Mount Omei in the western province of Szechwan was a holy place for Buddhist devotees, particularly associated with the bodhisattva P’u-hsien, or Samantabhadra, to give his Sanskrit name.
Of this poem the translator says: “Yang may have been influenced by Ch’an Buddhism” (i.e. a purist, philosophical kind, parent of Japanese Zen) “in his discussion of poetry and his perception of the world, but ‘Sudden Fog’ refers to a different kind of Buddhism, a popular, devotional religion in which the devotee can hope to experience visions of his favourite Buddha or bodhisattva. Certain mountains in China were associated with these apparitions, and Buddhists would make pilgrimages to them seeking visions or mystical experiences.
This poetry strikes me with awe!
Perhaps we do think that the mind and created world of modern man is the pinnacle of all human development. However, when I read these ancient words and accept that people, going back into the ancient history of humanity, have pondered similar questions as I do today and have written or expressed them in the most eloquent and timeless ways as in this poem, I not only feel humble but connected to the chain of enquiry.
Thank you very much for the poetry.
You are welcome Sylvain. Thanks for your phrase about ‘the chain of enquiry’. It resonates.