Poems of Immortality

 

Loving

 

 

By Supreme Master Ching Hai
(Originally in Aulacese)

 

Excerpt from Poetry Anthology
Pebbles and Gold

Let us love like the cascading waterfall!

Let us love like the stormy ocean on a wintry shore!

Let us love like the howling wind,

Let us love like the pouring rain...

...The moon and stars burning bright,

We journey

To a region of exuberance –

To the realm of exquisite silence...

 

Appreciative Reading

 

Love’s Power Connects Cosmos and Earth

 

By Yiming, New Jersey, USA (Originally in Chinese and English)

In the poems of Supreme Master Ching Hai, even those written during Her youth, the viewpoint, force and literary environment go far beyond anything ordinary. The little poem, “Loving,” unfolds before our eyes in an obvious illustration of this fact. A cascading waterfall, a stormy ocean on a wintry shore, howling wind and pouring rain all demonstrate the tremendous energy that only nature can release in such unusual capacity. But has there been anyone who has ever called up such visions and magnitudes of expression to describe the force of love? The waterfall that cascades down thousands of feet, plummeting to the ground in a terrific roar; towering waves that pound the rocks to become droplets of crushed water; powerful rain pouring from an upside-down heaven; the stormy wind that sweeps forcefully through space and removes all that’s in its way - this poem could enlighten us with its incredible viewpoint, its incomparable force and indescribable literary environment! It is almost beyond imagination that the love in the heart of a young girl could have such tremendous power.

Suddenly, stars are sparkling; the Moon is shining its bright light on Earth. The world is fully tranquil in exquisite silence. The powerful disturbances that had shaken the world have calmed to reveal a starry moon-lit night of peace. That a young girl could handle the change from earth-shaking motion to utter stillness, from overwhelming power to such quiet peace, brings a sense of awe in the beholder.

The size of heaven and earth depicted by one’s pen depends on the magnitude of heaven and earth contained in the inner space of the poet. Mencius once said: “I am good at nurturing the power of my soul.” What else could it be that nurtured and empowered such a young Poet with the ability to inhale and exhale the entire Universe?