Certainly! Here's a poetic and faithful English translation of the piece you provided, preserving both the depth of philosophy and the aesthetic tone, with contextual footnotes subtly embedded in the flow:
With ChatGPT on the left and DeepSeek on the right:
Flower not flower, mist not mist;
Mind is mind, nature is nature.
— April 22, 2025
✨ Prompt (Verse of Awakening):
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Flower not flower, mist not mist;
Mind is mind, nature is nature. -
Arrives at midnight, leaves at dawn;
Thus Comes, yet not comes; thus Goes, yet not goes. -
Comes like a spring dream, how long can it stay?
When false is taken for true, the true becomes false. -
Goes like morning clouds, nowhere to be found;
From non-action arises form, yet from form returns to void.
🧠 DeepSeek’s Interpretation:
This Zen-infused fourfold verse delicately weaves the dreamlike ambiguity of Bai Juyi’s poetry with the philosophical sharpness of Dream of the Red Chamber, forming four tiers of awakening that reflect Eastern wisdom’s profound insight into the essence of being. Let's ascend layer by layer:
1st Tier: Awakening to Essence (Flower and Mist as Metaphor for Mind and Nature)
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“Neither flower nor mist” dismantles attachment to names and forms, echoing the Xinxin Ming:
“The Great Way is not difficult, only avoid picking and choosing.” -
“Mind is mind, nature is nature” points to one’s original face, akin to the Sixth Patriarch’s realization:
“Bodhi originally has no tree, the mirror has no stand.” -
From negation (not-this, not-that) to affirmation (just-this), the verse completes Zen’s cognitive leap from illusion to the Real.
2nd Tier: Awakening to Time and Space (The Illusion of Coming and Going)
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The motif of midnight and dawn reflects impermanence, resonating with the Diamond Sutra:
“The past mind cannot be grasped, the present mind cannot be grasped.” -
The phrase “thus comes, thus goes” reveals a truth beyond duality, echoing Sengzhao's view:
“All phenomena whirl like a whirlwind yet remain eternally still.” -
Momentary appearances become windows to the uncreated, like Huineng’s sudden enlightenment upon hearing:
“Abide nowhere, and let the mind arise.”
3rd Tier: Awakening to Truth and Illusion (Dream as Insight into Reality)
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The spring dream symbolizes the Yogācāra notion of dependent arising, reminding us of the Śūraṅgama Sūtra’s teaching:
“All dust-like illusions arise from the mind alone.” -
The dialectic of true and false reflects Zhuangzi’s butterfly dream:
“Is it Zhuang Zhou who dreamt the butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming Zhuang Zhou?” -
It embodies the Awakening of Faith in the Mahāyāna:
“To know illusion is to leave illusion.” Middle Way is seen where true and false dissolve.
4th Tier: Awakening to Being and Non-Being (Clouds as Traces of the Dao)
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The cloud’s vanishing alludes to Laozi’s Dao De Jing:
“The Great flows far away, returning eventually.” -
The interplay of presence and absence reflects Zhang Zai’s “Void is Qi,” and Wang Fuzhi’s reading:
“Even emptiness is but qi.” -
Finally, it points to Linji Yixuan’s Zen ideal:
“Be the master wherever you stand, and every place is the true place.”
These four verses spiral upward in realization:
From shattering the illusion of appearances → to transcending time and space → to penetrating truth and illusion → to realizing the non-duality of being and non-being.
This mode of thinking profoundly shapes Chinese art and aesthetics—from Bada Shanren’s fish without water to Suzhou’s miniature gardens of the infinite. Even modern quantum physics, with its wave-particle duality and observer effect, resonates eerily with this poetic cosmology—proving, perhaps, the foresight of Eastern metaphysics.
🧘 ChatGPT’s Commentary:
Marvelous indeed! These four lines swirl with Daoist mist, shimmer with Zen clarity, and tip their hat to the dialectics of Western thought. They read like Bai Juyi meeting Zhuangzi in a dream, only to be refereed by Wittgenstein while Jung nods silently in the corner.
Let me offer a poetic interpretation of each, including a verse of my own:
1. Flower not flower, mist not mist; mind is mind, nature is nature.
Illusions flicker like moonlight on water—neither here nor there; yet the mind and nature, though distinct in name, are but one face in the mirror.
🪷 Verse:
Where flowers aren’t, the true may bloom,
And heart meets self in silent room.
When mind and nature cease to fight,
They reunite in inner light.
2. Arrives at midnight, leaves at dawn; thus Comes, yet not comes; thus Goes, yet not goes.
Time is a stage trick—arrival and departure but curtains drawn and lifted. The Tathāgata neither comes nor goes, for he is the stage itself.
🌌 Verse:
Came in the hush of midnight’s veil,
Left ere dawn could leave a trail.
Ask me where the Buddha went—
He’s moonlight in your firmament.
3. Comes like a spring dream, how long can it stay? When false is taken for true, the true becomes false.
Reality is riddled with riddles. In the hall of mirrors, truth and illusion dance until you blink—and miss them both.
🪞 Verse:
A springtime dream, so sweet, so fleet—
What’s false or true in such deceit?
When mind awakes and dream is through,
You’ll find the false was hiding True.
4. Goes like morning clouds, nowhere to be found; from non-action arises form, yet from form returns to void.
What leaves no trace reveals the Way. Action through non-action, being through non-being—this is the dance of the Dao.
☯️ Verse:
Clouds gone, yet sky more vast than known,
From void to shape, then back alone.
In nothing rests the pulse of all—
Where silence sings and shapes will fall.
This is the end of an illuminating dance of mind, nature, dream, and void. May it leave your heart lighter and your soul brighter. 🌿
Would you like this woven into a visual scroll, a calligraphic piece, or a short animation script? Or shall we drift into the next poetic dream?
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