《上清诸真章颂》

Hymn of the Three Covenants of Pacing the Void in Highest Clarity

In the realm without beginning or end, empty, silent, and formless, three streams of black Jing (essence) Qi (vital energy) ascend to the heavenly gate. The radiance of purple-feathered wings illuminates the great void, and amid the bright lights of the four directions the numinous root is thereby planted.

Mysterious transformations appear from the eastern Qiong realm (an immortal paradise), and three penetrating powers open the western Kunlun immortal realm. Pure radiance shines upon the Jing of the Nine Heavens, while five-colored floral lights drape themselves in brocade-like clouds and mists.

Liluo (a constellation) transforms into a divine lamp that emits splendor, and the seven stars of the northern Primordial Heavenly Domain shine brightly. The assembled immortals drift gracefully into the Highest Clarity (Shangqing) immortal realm, respectfully guarding the honored deity of the Imperial One. Lofty and majestic heavenly writings appear in successive layers, while feathered youths (celestial attendants) fly in flocks. The flowing immortal fragrance, originally without form or color, yet pervades all the myriad immortals.

On the left, three layers of kalpic destinies revolve; on the right, ten thousand barriers turn. Immortal flowers in the clouds form crowns and sashes, encircling five-colored clouds; eight phoenixes dance amid the celestial rotations.

The movement of the four seasons never ceases, and the transformations of the green and white two Qi became evident long ago. After traversing the number of nine nines, the kalpic destiny changes; after passing through the number of three threes, one kalpic transformation is completed. Heaven and earth will ultimately have a time of conjunction and return; after obstruction and turmoil, they will finally revert to the orthodox Dharma symbolized by the precious banner. The thoroughly luminous Zhengyi (Orthodox Unity) Dharma will righteously put an end to the heterodox writings of the Six Heavens.

The age of Great Peace returns once more to emptiness and silence, as the assembled deities guard the Later Sage Lord. Numinous winds arise from the western gate, and brocade clouds are born in the eastern Qiong realm. The two Qi of Yin-Yang illuminate the Jade Continent (an immortal realm), while immortal fragrance flows upon light smoke. Five-colored floral lights scatter with the wind, instantly illuminating the Nine Clarities (the heavenly realms of Highest Clarity).

The Qianlin (a numinous tree of the immortal realms) reflects the red sun, and yellow immortal flowers grow in pursuit of the moon. Therein are youths gathering zhi fungi, clad in feathered robes with flying cyan sashes at their waists.

Among the myriad mountains and clustered peaks the scenery is bright and lovely, as the immortals freely ride green ping carriages (immortal vehicles) to feast and wander. They oversee the revolutions of the Nine Heavens, causing worldly destiny to open, their movement having no measurable terminus. On the left they dispatch the deities of celestial patterns of the Three Heavens; on the right they command the heavenly troops of the Six Heavens. They inspect the transformations of Qi throughout heaven and earth, and the movement of heavenly time also turns with the kalpic destinies.

Kalpic destinies have their own times of conjunction; who can judge prosperity or decline? Heaven-reaching floods submerge the Cloud Net (the celestial guidelines that bind heaven and earth), and no complete traces remain in the four directions of heaven and earth. Corpses drift along the long-flowing waters, and solitary souls wander with them. Lamentable are the kalpic calamities of coming and going between life and death; only then do people awaken to the light of the orthodox Dharma.

Those who cultivate the Dao (the Way) should cultivate with even greater diligence, and thus they may leave a fine immortal name in Donghua (the eastern immortal realm). Fortunately there are the White Slip Officials (celestial officers who hold the immortal registers and record merits and demerits), so that all may together enjoy Great Peace.

(In the original text, phrases such as “wu, fengyi houshengjun” contain repetitions or omissions; the above follows a coherent reading of the intelligible meaning.)

The cavern palaces of the heavenly realm revolve the heavenly net, while the kingly Qi (vital energy) circulates among the three subtleties of the heavenly layers. Purple portals emit jade slips, and golden courtyards welcome the radiance of the gods.

The eight assemblies of heaven converge as true winds blow and light shines forth, opening even the layered dark heavens. At the horizon beyond the Nine Pure Heavens, distant dawn light slowly turns.

The three colors return to emptiness, and the Qi of the four seasons accords with the Jade Capital. He Si has already taken up the brush to write, and the Five Phases (Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water) quietly shift among themselves.

The six kalpas have no end; when the cycle reaches its limit, one rides the Qi and returns. Myriad demons fill the sky as hosts of the wicked compete to display their power.

The people suffer the blows of disaster, corpses piled high in sorrow. Yet the scriptures of the orthodox law are truly mysterious; even through kalpic calamities they remain clearly revealed and unfading.

Then people will greet one another; the covenant with heaven is bound in the gates of the Nine Heavens. I covenant with you for an age of Great Peace; releasing the body one can fly without wings.

Hymn of Circling Procession in Highest Clarity

The Great Dao is profound and mysterious, the lofty void governing the three wheels of heavenly order. Golden immortals open the numinous gates, their radiance bursting as if the Nine Heavens part and appear.

Purple Qi from Mount Taihua scatters into the sky, eight Perfected Immortals reflecting on white clouds. The Mysterious Mother vows a supreme wish, unfolding in turn the registers of the eight gates.

Myriad blessings gather at the numinous assembly as people raise incense and sing of the Lower Prime. Mysterious recitation communicates with the high void, allowing one to befriend high immortals.

Circling in procession, one worships the honored spirit who governs the three wheels. Golden immortals open the numinous gates, radiance bursting as if the Nine Heavens part and appear.

Purple Qi from Mount Taihua scatters into the sky, eight Perfected Immortals reflecting on white clouds. The Mysterious Mother vows a supreme wish, unfolding in turn the registers of the eight gates.

Myriad blessings gather at the numinous assembly as people raise incense and sing of the Lower Prime. Mysterious recitation communicates with the high void, allowing one to befriend high immortals.

Circling in procession, one worships the Empty Cavern, kowtowing to the Imperial Lord.

Hymn of Pacing the Void: Words of Wisdom on Sorrow and Joy

Congealing my natural Qi, it becomes a city of purple phoenixes. High terraces cross nine-layered ridges, towering like soaring jade.

Radiance falls upon layered voids, winding to the eight directions of the Pure Realms. A purple floral canopy shines on cloud palaces, flowing light veiling the Five Spirits of the directions.

The four directions open to boundless wilderness; Qi of the eight directions cycles into perfect light. Soaring winds move through the great void as the Seven Luminaries revolve along the heavenly way.

When fortune comes it seems without trace; when the time leaves it shifts with change. Within the borders of the nine heavens, the images of Yin-Yang respond to each other.

The Diyi Shen (the honored deity occupying the center and commanding the primordial Qi (vital energy)) holds the center firm, and thereby the guidelines of the four directions become settled and spiritually luminous. In the south the precious Qi of the Flying Sovereign is gathered; in the north the palaces of the Guanghan court stand arrayed.

In the mysterious palaces the assembled Zhen gather; empty and numinous songs arise of themselves. The Heavenly Emperors of the Five Directions command the spirit banners to summon the various spirits, while the demonic flags conscript myriad kinds of sprites. The demonic hosts howl long in the air, and the two Qi of Yin-Yang contend with each other.

The Diyi Shen holds the center firm, and thereby the guidelines of the four directions become settled and spiritually luminous. In the south the precious Qi of the Flying Sovereign is gathered; in the north the palaces of the Guanghan court stand arrayed.

In the mysterious palaces the assembled Zhen gather; empty and numinous songs arise of themselves. The Heavenly Emperors of the Five Directions command the spirit banners to summon the various spirits, while the demonic flags conscript myriad kinds of sprites. The demonic hosts howl long in the air, yet the joy in the realm of the Dao (the Way) knows no end. Thus this elegant song is raised, celebrating the deities and rejoicing in the great peace.

How deep can the bonds of mutual covenant and friendship extend? Even after passing through ten thousand kalpas it is as but a single lifetime. After revolving through ninety thousand kalpas they still ride together the Purple Phoenix chariot (the phoenix-shaped vehicle of the immortal realm) and wander freely.

A Purple Phoenix Terrace appears in the sky, the palaces of agate and jade rising high to connect with Taiwei (the stellar region where the Heavenly Emperor dwells). The spirit wind courses through the assembled Qi of the eight directions, and the northern Changhe Gate (the Heavenly Gate) opens.

Upon the Heavenly Gate there are immortal youths who howl and sing, constantly singing of the rise and fall of cosmic destinies. In the morning they ride forth upon the sunlight; in the evening they return by the sunlight.

The two scenes of sun and moon merge into one, and the assembled Zhen constantly worry about losing the radiance of the sun and moon. The nine kinds of primordial Qi (the fundamental breaths constituting heaven and earth) cannot remain forever stable, and heaven and earth too will have times of overturning and peril.

When the great kalpa reaches its end, the calamity of one hundred six (the disaster cycle within the kalpa's destiny) comes with the numbers of fate. Floodwaters surge over the nine mountain ridges, and great crows fly across the drooping heavens.

All things drift in the long currents; looking back at the clustered mountains there is nowhere to rely. The wailing has no end; how can one not feel sorrow?

The worthies and sages reciting the scriptures diligently are thereby able to ride the sunlight and ascend. When the time comes the assembled Zhen come to welcome them, and all gather together at the Gate of the Nine Heavens.

When the hour of the Golden Horse (a specific hour in the kalpa's destiny) is exhausted, myriad kinds of fierce and baleful things rush about intermingled. One cannot see those who cultivate immortality and attain the Dao, only people embracing corpses and weeping.

The worthies and sages reciting the scriptures diligently are thereby able to ride the sunlight and ascend. When the time comes the assembled Zhen come to welcome them, and all gather together at the Gate of the Nine Heavens.

When the hour of the Golden Horse is exhausted, myriad kinds of fierce and baleful things rush about intermingled. One cannot see those who cultivate immortality and attain the Dao, only people embracing corpses and weeping in grief.

Alas for these ignorant ordinary people, who facing their allotted fate can only suffer and mourn.

At the Nine Mystery Terrace (the lofty immortal terrace of the high heavens) they dispel their worries, gathering with the assembled Zhen of the Great Void to share in joy. Hand in hand they companion with the Zhenren of the ten directions' heavenly realms, calling the immortal youths of the Eastern Sea.

The assembled breaths of the four quarters and eight sides course through, and the mysterious transformations bring the clear winds of Lang Terrace (the towers of the immortal realm). Sunlight illuminates the Western Flower Lodge, and the mind accords with the emptiness of the Guanghan Palace.

The purple phoenix circles down in the sky, and the peaks of the Nine Ridges appear desolate and bleak. Gazing out, the wilderness is boundless; looking up, the numbers of the kalpa are profound and hard to fathom.

The clear and soaring songs respond in harmony with the tones of gong, shang and the others, and sorrow and joy come in alternation along with them. The two conditions of sorrow and joy blend into each other and form a single whole; in principle they appear opposed, yet in the end they return to sameness.

Companions rejoice together, and the delight knows no end; from beginning to finish they hold fast to constancy as one. They drink freely of the fine wine in the Jade Pool and raise their heads to swallow the flying, splendid sweet dew. Numinous melons may be served at the feast, their flavor like the radiance of sun and moon. The Seven Luminaries (sun, moon and five planets) revolve, giving forth fragrant brilliance—how could such joy ever be forgotten?

The great kalpa (the great catastrophe spanning heaven and earth) also has its time of ending. At the juncture when kalpic destinies alternate, the Two Modes of heaven and earth are about to topple. Dragon Gate blocks the Heavenly River, and the numerical images of three and five repeatedly appear as omens. The Red Garrison occupies the Eastern Well (a lunar mansion), while the Floral Canopy (a stellar official) lies recumbent beneath the morning star. Mysterious radiance grows dim, enveloping the eight directions of far-off wilderness; filthy Qi (vital energy) veils the essence of heaven.

The Three Officials (the officials of Heaven, Earth and Water) successively press and urge, and even the spirits of the Five Sacred Peaks find it hard to remain at peace. Ten thousand kinds of disasters and epidemics rush in, crisscrossing one another, as the Northern Emperor (the Heavenly Emperor of the North) leads his valiant demonic troops. The Heavenly Nets of the eight directions are arrayed beyond the skies; only the Sage Lord can render heaven and earth clear and bright. This is the lofty nine-layered city condensed from natural Qi.

The High Perfected (a Daoist designation for high-ranking immortals) look down in pity upon the billions of living beings, and from this sorrow and joy arise. Mysterious songs spread forth, stirring people’s heart-Shen (spirit); scarcely have they received joy when in an instant tears fall.

Pitiable are those stubbornly foolish people who begrudge wealth, greedily attached to beauty and glory. They wait in wholehearted delight for their allotted fate to arrive, yet pay no heed that calamity has already been invited by themselves. The worthy and wise perceive the approaching disaster beforehand; day and night they diligently recite the Jing (scripture/classic), bow in worship toward the empty void, and contemplate the mysterious Dao (the Way), seeking to traverse endless years.

If one can search out the original source of the Dao, and at the Eight Nodes (Beginning of Spring, Spring Equinox, Beginning of Summer, Summer Solstice, Beginning of Autumn, Autumn Equinox, Beginning of Winter, Winter Solstice) intone and recite the Jade Names (Daoist scriptures or divine names), one can avoid the calamities of the Nine Luminaries (nine stellar influences) and come to see Great Peace.

The Jasper Phoenix (the jade phoenix of the immortal realm) speaks of the morning breeze, and the Purple Terrace (an immortal palace) shines upon the jade groves. Flowing radiance brushes across successive mysterious realms, while lofty ridges ascend straight into the Nine Yin. Purple auroral light scatters, and vermilion clouds intertwine with flying mists. The Seven Treasures set the jasper-jade branches swaying, and numinous beasts race across the cloudy mountain ridges.

Ten thousand immortals chant as they soar through the void, and wondrous winds raise exquisite musical tones. On high is the High Dawn Master (an honorific of a perfected immortal), who quietly cups his hands and recites in prolonged whistling. The Eight Assemblies (naturally manifested celestial writings or talismanic patterns of the immortal realm) display their innate forms, and from the void descend auspicious omens as precious as orchids and gold. Food resembling jasper and jade nourishes the long passage of years; jade liquor flows into body and mind, rendering the heart-Shen clear and bright. Bright pearls intone numinous songs, and the dignified appearance of the ritual ceremonies harmonizes with the pure tones of the qin. The Jade Chapters (Daoist classics or sacred writings) constitute the essential purport of the ultimate Dao, able to resolve the sorrow and joy within the human heart.

The Purple Canopy, a celestial realm resembling a purple floral canopy, shines upon the Cloud Palace, its radiance circulating and covering the Five Spirits (Wuling), the five spiritual Qi (vital energy) of heaven and earth. Light reaches the boundless wilderness, while the qi of the eight directions swirls and gathers into a harmonious, luminous scene. All appear as beautiful as orchids and jade. The jade nectar, having passed through long kalpas, remains like morning dew, spreading forth and infusing the heart of pure emptiness.

Immortal perfected ones like bright pearls sing wondrous spiritual songs, their demeanor solemn and harmonious, accompanied by the refined sound of the qin. The Jade Chapters (Yuzhang, Daoist scriptures) elucidate the root of the supreme Dao (the Way), able to unravel the sorrows and knots within the human heart.

The Purple Canopy illuminates the Cloud Palace, radiance flowing and covering the Five Spirits; light penetrates the boundless plains, the qi of the eight directions revolving into a rounded, bright vision.

The soaring qi operates through the great emptiness, the Seven Scenes (Qijing, seven luminous phenomena of celestial bodies in motion) turning the constant tracks of the heavenly Dao. When fortune arrives it appears formless and without image; when the time of fortune departs, all things overturn with the transformations.

The nine-layered heavenly realms interweave in their movements, the two fundamental images—Yin and Yang—responding to each other. The Sovereign One (Diyi, the supreme spirit governing the central origin) firmly occupies the middle origin, so that the principles of the four directions do not collapse and the spiritual qi remains settled.

In the south the Flying Sovereign Treasure is gathered; in the north the Vast Cold Court (Guanghanting, the legendary lunar palace) is arrayed. In the Mysterious Chamber (Xuanfang, the secluded dwelling of immortal perfected ones) the assembled perfected ones meet, and empty wondrous songs arise of themselves.

The Five Emperors command the spirit banners to set forth, the demonic flags summoning ten thousand kinds of essences and monsters. The demonic hosts howl in the air, and the world of the Dao rejoices without end.

Thus songs and verses arise, celebrating the spirits with elegant singing and rejoicing in great peace. They form covenants and agreements with one another—yet where is the appointment? In the inexhaustible kalpas they accompany each other, as if ten thousand kalpas were but a single day.

Coming and going through ninety thousand kalpas, they still ride together in the Purple Phoenix Carriage (Zifengche, the phoenix-shaped vehicle of immortals) to roam.

In the void appears the Purple Phoenix Terrace, jade palaces and towers reaching high to Taiwei (the celestial official region among the stars). Spiritual winds penetrate the essences of the eight directions. The demonic hosts howl in the air, and the world of the Dao rejoices without limit.

Thus songs arise, celebrating the spirits with refined singing and rejoicing in peace. They covenant with one another in the endless kalpas as if ten thousand kalpas were one day. Coming and going through ninety thousand kalpas, they still ride together the Purple Phoenix Carriage in wandering.

In emptiness the Purple Phoenix Terrace manifests, jade palaces connecting high to Taiwei. Spiritual winds pass through the gathering places of the eight directions; the northern window opens, and Changhe (the Heavenly Gate) opens along with it.

In the upper realm there are immortal youths who sing and whistle, often reciting the waxing and waning of fortunes, the alternations of rise and decline. In the morning they ride the sunlight to travel forth, in the evening they return following the sunlight.

The two scenes of sun and moon unite as one, yet one still constantly fears losing the brightness. The Nine Qi (Jiuqi, the nine kinds of qi constituting heaven, earth, and all things) do not remain forever unchanging, and heaven and earth too have times of collapse and peril.

When the great kalpa ends, all things return to a massive transformation; the calamity of one hundred six (Bailiu zhi e, a cycle of disasters in Daoism) also arrives with the turning of the numbers of fortune. Floodwaters surge over the nine ridges, the great crow flies at the edge of the sky.

All things drift in the prolonged floods; looking back at the mountains there is nowhere to rely. The sounds of weeping have no end—how can one not feel sorrow?

The worthy and sage diligently recite the scriptures, thus able to ride the sunlight and ascend. When the moment arrives, the immortal perfected ones greet one another, gathering together at the courtyard of the Nine Heavens’ gates.

When the Golden Horse (Jinma, symbolizing a specific celestial time or constellation hour) reaches the end of its allotted qi, ten thousand kinds of disasters and pestilences interweave and rush forth. One sees no people who have cultivated to immortality, only hears people weeping in grief over the corpses.

How lamentable are these ignorant people who cling to nature and life yet do not know that fate is so pitiable.

Scatter your worries upon the Nine Mysterious Terrace (the secluded and mysterious immortal realm spoken of in Daoism) and share joy together with the Great Void; join hands to befriend the Perfected Ones of the ten directions of the heavenly realms and summon the Youth of the Eastern Sea to come. Let the Qi (vital energy) penetrate the four directions and gather from the eight quarters; the mysterious transformations bring the pure wind of Lang Terrace (the immortal pavilion). In the Western Flower Lodge the sunlight is bright and clear, the mind-intent harmonizes with the pure music of Guanghan Palace (the legendary immortal realm of the moon palace), rejoicing together with the Great Void.

Purple phoenixes dance gracefully as they descend, and the clustered peaks of the Nine Ridges appear quiet and still. The gaze looks out upon the boundless wilderness and looks up to contemplate the lofty and limitless heaven and earth. Clear and soaring songs accord with the tones of gong, shang and other musical notes; sorrow and joy naturally accompany one another. These two circumstances of worry and joy mutually accord; though they appear contrary on the surface, they ultimately return to sameness by following the principle.

All gather together, and the joy has no end, remaining thus from beginning to conclusion. Drink freely of the sweet dew in the Jade Pool and raise the head to drink the nectar of flying immortal flowers. Spirit melons too may be used for the feast, their flavor like the radiance of sun and moon. The Seven Luminaries (sun, moon and the five planets) circulate, scattering their splendor; how can such happiness be forgotten?

Yet the Great Kalpa (the great catastrophe between heaven and earth) will eventually arrive; the two Qi of Yin-Yang alternate, and heaven and earth too shall overturn. At Dragon Gate the Heavenly River is cut off; the numbers of three and five reverse and mutually verify. The Red Garrison occupies the position of the Eastern Well constellation; the Flower Canopy star suppresses the morning star. The mysterious radiance grows dim, covering the wilderness of the eight directions; filthy Qi obscures the stars of heaven.

The Three Officials (the divine offices in Daoism that govern Heaven, Earth and Water) press one another; even the spirits of the Five Sacred Peaks find it hard to remain at peace. All manner of epidemics and disasters rush upon one another in succession; the Northern Emperor commands fierce demonic troops. The Heavenly Nets of the eight directions are arrayed beyond the heavens; only the Sage Lord can make heaven and earth clear and bright. This is a scene condensed from the Qi of nature; the Ninefold City towers high and steep.

The High Perfected look down upon the myriad living beings, and therefore sorrow and joy arise from this. The mysterious songs cause the spirit and countenance to relax; those who receive joy instead shed tears.

How pitiable are those stubbornly foolish ones who stingily hoard wealth and greedily crave beauty and glory. They only wait joyfully for fate to descend, yet pay no heed that they themselves are bringing disaster. The worthy and wise perceive in advance that catastrophe approaches; day and night they diligently recite the Jing (scriptures), worship the Void and visualize the mysterious, thereby passing through endless years.

If one can seek the original source of the Great Dao (the Way) and at the Eight Nodes (Beginning of Spring, Spring Equinox, Beginning of Summer, Summer Solstice, Beginning of Autumn, Autumn Equinox, Beginning of Winter, Winter Solstice) recite and present the Jade Names (the sacred titles of Daoism) according to the seasons, then there is hope of avoiding the calamities of the Nine Luminaries (the nine stars), so that you may behold Great Peace.

The jade phoenix cries in the swift wind of dawn, and the purple celestial palace (Zitai) illuminates the groves of jade trees. Flowing radiance brushes across the layered, profound heavenly realms; towering mountain ridges rise high, reaching straight into the ninefold realm of yin darkness.

Purple celestial light spreads like crimson clouds, and flying mists of smoke chase one another. On the trees of the seven treasures, branches like precious jade sway in the wind; numinous beasts race among the mountain ridges encircled by clouds and mist.

Ten thousand immortals soar through the air, singing together. The jade phoenix still cries in the morning wind, the purple terrace shines upon the jade groves, flowing light brushes the profound heavenly realms, and towering ridges reach into the nine yin realms. Purple celestial light scatters into crimson clouds, flying smoke pursues itself, the branches of the seven-treasure trees sway, and numinous beasts gallop over the cloud ridges.

Ten thousand immortals sing while soaring through the void, and a divine wind lifts exquisite music. Above, the Master of High Dawn (Gaochen Shi, a high immortal teacher dwelling in the celestial realm) stands quietly with hands clasped, uttering long cries and recitations.

The Eight Assemblies (Bahui, the gathering realms of the eight directions in the immortal world) naturally reveal wondrous scenes, as orchid fragrance and golden light descend from the empty void. Immortals pass through long kalpas upon immortal food like precious jade, drinking jade nectar in the morning, the cool numinous liquid dispersing into their inner hearts.

Pearl-like radiance sings numinous songs, and the bearing of the immortals accords with the refined notes of the qin. Jade chapters elucidate the essential purport of the ultimate Dao (the Way), untying the sorrow and melancholy lodged in the human heart.

It frees me from the bonds of limited lifespan and brings profound peace and joy. How could ordinary scenes ever match the naturally manifested bearing of the high immortals?

In the morning one sports in the Eastern Floriate Palace; in the evening one visits the Western Floriate Hall. Seeking joy in the two immortal palaces of East and West Hua, one never encounters true joy.

One hears only Xuan Gezi (the immortal who sings mysterious songs) lamenting in a mournful voice, a sound that grieves the celestial youths. Desolate echoes flow through the cold courtyard as he mourns that the world's way is about to end and its allotted fortune is in decline.

Heavenly horses leap among the Nine Rivers; the Crow Mother rides a flying dragon. At the ferry of the nether darkness there is no bridge; the two qi of Yin-Yang (Qi, vital energy) are cut off from each other and cannot communicate.

I ascend my lofty steps, seeking pleasure in the two immortal palaces of East and West Hua, yet still do not encounter true joy. One hears only Xuan Gezi lamenting mournfully, the sound grieving the celestial youths; desolate echoes flow through the cold courtyard as he mourns that the world's way is ending and fortune declining. Heavenly horses leap among the Nine Rivers, the Crow Mother rides a flying dragon; at the nether ferry there is no bridge, and the two qi of Yin-Yang are isolated, unable to communicate.

I ascend my lofty steps and look up amid the nine kinds of calamity: foul qi pervades the Three Numina (heaven, earth, and humanity), and countless sentient beings all suffer disaster. Within the eight directions no common people are spared, and mountains great and small all collapse. Thinking of how sentient beings do not know to cultivate and study, remaining unresponsive like the foolish and deaf even when they hear the Jing (scripture), living by letting fate carry them along, only to perish in an instant like small fish—it is truly lamentable. One does not know when such cruel calamities will be met; thinking of these people, my heart is filled with sorrow.

A purple phoenix soars into the air, flying toward the lofty corners of the Nine Mystery Mountains. When Qi gathers, scenes appear; when Qi disperses, Shen (spirit) likewise vanishes from sight.

Drifting at the boundary of being and non-being, celestial music eases my heart. How might I sing together with the immortal hosts of the Eight Assemblies, standing in the same rank as the high immortals and responding to one another?

Accompanying the True Persons of the ten directions of the heavenly realms, I feast and wander in my body of the Nine Phoenixes. Ascending, I climb to the Jade Capital Palaces (the palaces of the heavenly realms); descending, I take pleasure in Langfeng Continent (the legendary immortal mountain isles).

Immortals ride in feather-adorned carriages, swift as if flying; purple clouds of Qi (vital energy) follow along in the air. After a long audience, we wait again until dawn, then wander and rejoice together without end and without sorrow. Gazing far into the distance, we allow the seasons to turn; only after passing through hundreds of millions of ages do we complete one cycle. Joy arises of itself, and the worldly anxieties in the heart disperse accordingly.

Without the Mysterious Lingbao (the wondrous Lingbao spoken of in the scriptures), who could wander together with me? Alas, in this emptiness, joy has just arisen when sorrow is born once more.

Setting out at dawn from Dongmeng Ridge, by evening we gaze upon Xilong Hill. We do not see the Nine Numinous Mother (a Daoist divine perfected being), and the Northern True Ones also roam along the path. Inquiring from afar into the operation of the Great Dao (the Way), the two Qi of Yin-Yang suddenly circulate and meet. The Nine Dragons revolve in the Eastern Well (a lunar mansion), and the Heavenly Horses set forth from the western mountain corners.

The Northern Emperor dispatches the heavenly troops, and the spirits of the Five Sacred Peaks unite by means of mysterious Fulu (talismans and registers). The myriad demons have already bound themselves in obedience, and the Qi of the Five Phases (Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water) have long since plotted together. Military disasters fill the heavens, and hundreds of millions of living beings are all seized; heaven above and earth below must all assemble, and the evil and filthy will be swept away without any omission.

Alas, sentient beings dwell in the midst of the five difficulties, and when calamitous fate descends it makes no distinction between kin and stranger. Ascending the Palace of Eight Assemblies (a celestial immortal palace), they form a covenant of Fulu with me; the myriad demons have already bound themselves in obedience, and the Qi of the Five Phases have long since plotted together. Military disasters fill the heavens, and hundreds of millions of living beings are all seized; heaven above and earth below must all assemble, and the evil and filthy will be swept away without any omission.

Alas, sentient beings dwell in the midst of the five difficulties, and when calamitous fate descends it makes no distinction between kin and stranger. Ascending the Palace of Eight Assemblies, they become companions with me in the netherworld.

I observe throughout those who cultivate and study the Supreme Dao; the blessed lands will assist them. Abandoning family and property to seek my Dao, they can thereby deliver themselves. Concentrating on the practice of the supreme Jing (scriptures), once the cultivation of the Dao is accomplished, we will naturally support one another. Freely wandering to visit the Phoenix Terrace—is such roaming not a delight?

The assembly of great joy is held at the Middle Prime, and the Middle Prime gathers in the courtyard of joy. Above, the Qi of the Eight Assemblies spreads forth, and purple phoenixes coil and arise within it. Golden branches join jade roots, and the Seven Treasures form flower-bells. Dragons cross the most distant mountain ridges, and the phoenix cries shake ten thousand li. We cannot see the guests who travel afar, but only hear the sounds of phoenix cries echoing with the clouds of Qi. The notes of gong, shang and the others naturally harmonize, and the sounds themselves naturally take form.

(In the original text, phrases such as “huan wo zi” and “huan wo ziran ling” appear to contain textual errors; the above translates their general meaning according to the context.)

The mysterious song sings a wondrous melody, sorrow and joy interwoven into its tones. People only pursue the self; who then knows the wondrous realm of the Zhenren (True Persons, the immortal perfected ones who have attained the Dao)? Clouds like brocade reflect the night moon, purple radiance flowing and veiling through the air, and the music arises of itself.

The mysterious song sings a wondrous melody, sorrow and joy interwoven into its tones. People only pursue the self; who then knows the wondrous realm of the Zhenren? Clouds like brocade reflect the night moon, purple radiance veiling the flying jade. The Three Dawns (sānchén, three kinds of heavenly light in Daoism) illuminate the vast heavens, while the Seven Origins (qīyuán, star deities corresponding to the Big Dipper) together with the Five Stars radiate in glory.

Spirit banners (língfān, ceremonial flags of the immortal cortege) emit majestic radiance, purple mists flowing through the Purple Clarity heaven. One might consider the Western Flower immortal realm the most wonderful, yet it cannot compare to Purple Phoenix City. Above are those who unfasten their robes and live freely without restraint; in a single glance they rejoice for ten thousand years. All share in the joy without end; thereby one perceives that heaven and earth themselves seem overturned.

Spiritual destiny has its own appointed number; when the allotted lifespan ends, all naturally returns to the mysterious obscurity. Coming and going accord with the cycles of fortune; why then let sorrow entwine oneself? Scatter sorrow beyond the eight directions, and one can transcendentally grasp the vast and profound principles. Roaming freely in the courtyard of joy, who would still keep company with sorrow?

The five kinds of hardship will always be encountered, and those who suffer harm naturally exist. Even if the notes of gong, shang and the rest are uncoordinated, the overall resolution still possesses its own principle of balance. Therefore this song of sorrow and joy is composed to guide those who cultivate the Dao. Through diligent practice and study of the wondrous scriptures, the profound principles will naturally become clear.

So long as one wears the Qusu Chapter (Qǔsù zhāng, a Daoist scripture), one can enter a realm free of sorrow. Riding the void to ascend the Phoenix Terrace, gazing afar from on high, one receives the Tang years (eras of lasting flourishing). What manner of joy is this joy? Once sorrow is understood, where then does it reside?

This High Supreme Jade Dawn Song of Sorrow and Joy is generated upon the Phoenix Terrace in the air; wondrous writings appear in the five directions, and music clear as metal and stone spreads to the ten directions of heaven. Upon the nine windings of the Jade Capital (Yùjīng, the celestial capital of Daoist lore) through the years. What manner of joy is this joy? Once sorrow is understood, where then does it reside?

The Song of Sorrow and Joy of the High Jade Dawn arose upon the Phoenix Terrace of Empty Birth. Its numinous literary brilliance manifests throughout the Five Directions, and its tones, clear and resonant as metal and stone, carry to the heavens of the ten directions. The Highest Perfected of the Nine Bends of the Jade Capital—the immortal perfected of the Highest Clarity heavens—have all cast the scripture onto golden tablets, written it with purple brushes, and joined their voices in chorus to this mysterious Song of Sorrow and Joy. The verses are profound and subtle, their meaning reaching straight into the far-reaching realm of the Dao (the Way); none but beings of the High Perfected Immortal rank can comprehend its chapters. Only those whose names are recorded in the Golden Register and who wear the jade-character credentials of the Phoenix Gate may behold this scripture.

If one can wear the Numinous Banner for Commanding Demons that records the True Book of the Mysterious Mound of Phoenix Qi (vital energy)—a ritual banner used to summon and subdue heavenly demons—and recite the Song of Sorrow and Joy, the Heavenly Emperors of the Five Directions will protect the cultivator of perfection, and the heavenly demons will likewise guard them with reverence. The practitioner may thereby ascend to immortality, welcome and attend the Sage Lord in the Palace of Highest Clarity, and roam the halls of the Phoenix Terrace.

All who receive this scripture should, on their natal day, the day when the Grand Year is on duty, the Eight Seasonal Nodes (Beginning of Spring, Spring Equinox, Beginning of Summer, Summer Solstice, Beginning of Autumn, Autumn Equinox, Beginning of Winter, and Winter Solstice), as well as the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of each month, bathe to purify the body, observe a pure fast, and then enter the quiet chamber to practice. First face east and recite the Song of the Azure Emperor; when finished, bow in homage before the Jade Perfected. Next turn south and recite the Song of the Vermilion Emperor; when finished, bow to the Jade Perfected. Then in sequence face west to recite the Song of the White Emperor, face north to recite the Song of the Black Emperor, and face the direction of the Grand Year to recite the Song of the Yellow Emperor, bowing to the Jade Perfected after each recitation.

Once the rite of the Five Directions is complete, return to facing north, perform nine bows, recite the Song of the Vermilion Emperor and pay homage to the Jade Perfected; then turn west to recite the Song of the White Emperor, turn north to recite the Song of the Black Emperor, and face the direction of the Grand Year to recite the Song of the Yellow Emperor, still bowing to the Jade Perfected after each recitation. After completing the Five Directions rite once more, return to facing north, perform nine bows, pay homage to the Jade Dawn Lord, raise the head and swallow the breath nine times, and the ceremony concludes. During these rites the banners of the Five Emperors are to be placed separately in the five directions of the quiet chamber. The foregoing is drawn from the Highest Clarity Scripture of the High Sage Jade Dawn on the Unadorned Melody of the Phoenix Terrace.

Dongzhen Chapter of Winding Mystery

The Most High opens the deep stores of hidden mystery, brilliantly revealing a host of true and wondrous scriptures. They are scattered throughout the vast celestial realms and are jointly revered by the ten directions.

They have neither beginning nor end; they are neither manifest nor obscure. One ascends the Terrace of the Jade Capital and wanders freely, resting among the Kunlun Mountains.

They deliver beings beyond the Capital of the Springs and Bends (the netherworld), so that even the Demon Kings receive instruction; the ancestors of seven generations are thereby transformed and reborn, and the knots of resentment left from former lives are also dissolved.

When entering, one rides the flying mysterious luminous scenes; when emerging, one travels mounted on purple clouds.

Layers upon layers of radiance illuminate Yuchen (Jade Dawn, a name of a Daoist heavenly realm), and mysterious scenes open a perfect and luminous realm. In the distance is the Dongzhen Hall (the hall dedicated to the Dao of Dongzhen, one of the Three Caverns), where the essences of the seven treasures shine brilliantly.

As long as a single thought accords with the orthodox Dao (the Way), one can cross the Eight Difficulties (the eight obstacles encountered in cultivation) and remain long in the company of the Most High (Taishang, an honorific for the supreme deity in Daoism). Circling in ritual offering to the Yellow Radiance (a sacred scene in Daoist scriptures or rituals), brilliance like that of the sun and moon arises from the empty void.

Most people in the world know only the cluttered mundane ways and rarely hear of the scriptures of wisdom. The Dongzhen Hall is vast and boundless, the essences of the seven treasures shining brilliantly; with a single thought one can cross the Eight Difficulties and remain long in the company of the Most High. Circling in ritual offering to the Yellow Radiance, brilliance like that of the sun and moon arises from the empty void.

Most people in the world know only the cluttered mundane ways and rarely hear of the scriptures of wisdom. The great Dongzhen Precepts (the precepts of Dongzhen cultivation) mysteriously resonate, causing even the Demon Kings to sincerely submit. A lifespan of ten thousand years here seems but a single breath; even possessing longevity of a hundred billion years is not worth boasting of.

The Most High realizes the formless Dao of the original source, differentiating forms to save those in hardship and disappointment. Practitioners of the Dao devote themselves to proclaiming mysterious arts, and the Heavenly Worthies also join in praise.

Those with affinity will naturally show signs corresponding to the scriptures; those without affinity find the scriptures as if deeply hidden and hard to reach. If one can obtain this Dao, a circular light (an auspicious sign of attainment in cultivation) will arise from the crown of the head.

This body is able to cross the ford that requires no reliance on external things, obtaining a refined and leisurely post in the immortal halls.

From non-being one reaches the inexhaustible infinite; from being one peacefully enters the mysterious. Heavenly proclamations exalt the unsurpassed Dao, and the mysterious tenets have their own keys. The Wheel of the Three Treasures (the Dharma Wheel of the Three Treasures in Daoism) turns, shaking and illuminating the worlds of the ten directions. The Most High gazes upon the Jade Capital (Yujing, the immortal capital in the Daoist heavens), and the Demon Kings laugh in the void.

The Heavenly Emperor clasps his hands in praise, and the assembled Perfected ride the void in long howls. Scattering flowers to rectify the mind, the Eight Vows naturally attain transcendence. Numinous immortals ride auspicious clouds of Qi (vital energy), driving dragons to tread the mysterious waves. Uniting with the true Dao, auspicious signs appear; footprints are washed in the realms of the human and heavenly worlds.

The verification of karmic fortune is not what I seek, thus the scene of Demon Kings laughing in the void also dissolves.

The Heavenly Emperor clasps his hands in praise, and the assembled Perfected ride the void in long howls. Scattering flowers to rectify the mind, the Eight Vows naturally attain transcendence. Numinous immortals ride auspicious clouds of Qi, driving dragons to tread the mysterious waves. Uniting with the true Dao, auspicious signs appear; footprints are washed in the realms of the human and heavenly worlds.

Dao and De (Virtue/Power) transcend the Three Realms, and even the earthly nets have been crossed. Through resonance one meets the Perfected Immortals in the clouds, gathering in the lotus of the pure wisdom scriptures.

Unsurpassed awakening illuminates sentient beings in the four directions, vast and boundless, exceeding even the Nine Heavens. Darkness and manifestation each have their reasons; without darkness there would be no brightness.

Swiftly return to the mysterious Dharma Wheel; the Perfected Immortals are fortunate to appear in the splendid firmament. Often roaming in the vast and boundless heaven and earth, celestial beings and humans seem mutually unseen.

The numinous and wondrous Dao is entrusted to proclamation and transmission, and between celestial beings and humans there are naturally connecting fords. Floating a boat on the unfathomable abyss-sea, one always worries that wind and waves might suddenly change.

In the causal affinities of cultivating the Dao (the Way), there are some marvelous methods that no one can fully fathom through human wisdom and calculation. The mysterious heavenly Dao operates of itself in natural fashion, and the profound causal affinities that are hard to perceive also become clearly manifest.

The outstanding accomplished cultivators of the Dao, called “Yingzhenzi” (practitioners who respond in accordance with the true Dao), play a numinous qin in empty space. They respectfully contemplate the worlds of the ten directions; the wondrous methods of the Dao endure forever, and they do not pride themselves upon this.

The Most High expounds profound Jing (scriptures), and the worthy and virtuous all return to their original causal affinities. The pure and tranquil realm in which the Three Treasures (Dao, Jing, and Shi) reside appears sparse and desolate, yet the causal affinities of cultivation flourish with vitality.

Boshi and Rujing, their bodily forms purified, can generate a golden body. Having passed through the conclusion of one kalpa and welcomed a new kalpic cycle, their numinous and wondrous countenances become even more radiantly renewed.

Cultivators look up in admiration to the Dao of saving the world and pay homage to the unsurpassed honored Shen (spirits); precious Jing descend upon the realm of ultimate truth. The garden of the Dao grows luxuriantly in the heavenly capital and shines downward upon the immortals of every region.

The honored Shen calmly radiate their numinous majesty, and the vast boundless great Dharma is thereby proclaimed.

The Most High surveys the ten directions from above; the surrounding cloudy Qi (vital energy) is hazy, and the harmonious wind-Qi is tranquil and peaceful. Perfect radiance illuminates the sun, moon, and stars; the Perfected Ones are clad in the garments of the heavenly realm.

The Demon Kings also stand respectfully with hands clasped, and the market-overseeing Shen keeps watch beside the city of Fengdu. The radiance of sun and moon is temporarily obscured, yet the seven treasures display inexhaustible splendor.

All sentient beings at this moment engage in cultivation and practice; disasters dissipate, and the hells also find rest. The distant heavenly realm is sincere, subtle, and difficult to describe; the realm of the honored Shen-persons cannot be fathomed by anyone.

The Three Treasures pervade the ten directions without interruption, causing empty space to become clear and bright. They operate in accordance with the patterns of transformation; once stimulus and response coincide, they propel the Dharma-wheel to ascend.

In the dim and hazy obscurity, the four great elements of earth, water, fire, and wind arise according to the sequence of the seasons. Emptiness and existence intermingle with each other; there is nothing that is not contained therein, with mountain ranges towering high and numerous peaks and cliffs.

The Most High has not the slightest obstruction in the mind, extinguishes delusive thoughts, and returns to the Dao of the Great Vehicle.

When performing the “Ten Directions Returning to Mystery Ritual Hymn,” one begins from the north and then successively pays homage to the northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, the above, and the below. Each hymn is recited once, accompanied by one act of worship.

The “Chapter of Returning to Mystery” originates from nature itself. It manifested in the void only after more than nine thousand kalpas (a kalpa being an extremely long period of time in Daoist teaching). The Primordial Heavenly King once studied the Dao (the Way) under the Most High. After attaining the Dao, the Most High commanded him to compose this text in order to accompany the Great Precepts (important disciplinary rules). Practitioners should, on their natal day (the day of destiny calculated from the heavenly stems and earthly branches of one’s birth year), expound three hundred sections of precepts and recite this text. If cultivating at midday or midnight, one should first observe fasting and purification, then proceed with the ritual practice (cultivating according to the ceremonial procedures). Those who do not know their natal day may select the Jiazi day; after ten years of cultivation, one may then perform the ritual on the first day of the first lunar month.

Twelve Golden Chapters

Feasting in the Palace of Great Rosy Clouds, the Golden Palaces (immortal palaces of the celestial realm) reflect the Purple Pure Heaven. The dwellings of the immortals shine upon the Great Simplicity (the realm of pure original nature), and the windows on all four sides resemble vermilion beautiful jade.

Casting the wheel to travel, traversing the fords of the empty cavern; driving carriages and horses, dancing upon the green palanquin. Jade flowers fly upward, transforming into a cloud canopy; the Queen Mother of the West (the Western Consort) waves silk-made banners.

Suddenly departing far from the turbid realm of the dusty world, arriving at the courtyard where the fair one resides. The accumulated past affinities of former lives respond to the timely opportunity, and the obtained chance has long been destined in the mysterious unseen.

Riding the wind to gaze afar at the Nine Heavens, drinking the Cinnabar Flower (the wondrous spiritual essence of which immortals speak) together with the perfected immortals. Turning around to bid farewell to all things of the mundane world, how could one know that there is no wondrous essence in emptiness and non-being?

Ascending northward to the palaces of Mysterious Darkness, walking hand in hand through the lofty Luo Heaven. Incense smoke spreads throughout the immortal realms of the eight directions, the mysterious wind stirs the crimson cloud waves.

Looking up to ascend to the clear and bright Heavenly River, looking down upon the winding mountain peaks and valleys. Howling and singing upon the clouds, the song resounds far; the phoenix’s cry pierces through nine layers of rosy clouds.

Riding the primordial Qi (vital energy, the original energy of heaven and earth) to float and wander in the vast emptiness of space, why still need to set foot upon mountain ridges? The Golden Tallies (tokens of the immortal realm) command the feathered spirits (heavenly deities), conscripting divine troops to crush and subdue ten thousand demons.

Swallowing and rinsing the complete sunlight of early morning, accumulating spiritual energy, nurturing it like an immortal tree until immortal sprouts emerge. Worldly people rush about in hurried contention, yet they do not understand these principles—what then can be done?

Northern mountain ridges are wreathed in swirling clouds and mists, purple blossoms opening on crimson divine trees. Azure stamens drift down into the phoenix groves, while verdant branches and leaves flourish luxuriantly among the rocky cliffs.

The Lingque palaces (dwellings of immortal spirits) soar high into the empty sky, jade-built immortal chambers joining the rosy glow at heaven’s edge. Cloud Qi wells up within winding, secluded rooms, while winds from the eight directions raise the dust and sand of the netherworld.

Jiumi (a realm in Daoist divine landscapes) plays the music of the imperial pond, songs like dragon cries rising in measured rhythm. Fanning winds sweep the ridges of the Five Sacred Peaks; holding talismanic staffs they summon the myriad demons.

In the space of a backward glance only a moment has passed, yet the long-lived chun tree has already withered. How pitiable! Those whose lives are as brief as insects born at dawn and dead by dusk—how could they know how far the years may stretch?

Sunlight floods the palaces and temples among the groves as revolving axles drive into boundless, profound realms. The most wondrous scenes appear in the six courtyards, all greater and lesser realms roaming at ease in freedom.

Dragon sounds blow forth, cloud Qi wrapping the chariot canopies; tiger roars shake and startle myriad living beings. The Three Pristine Qi (the three kinds of clear numinous Qi spoken of in Daoism) open sublime vistas, cinnabar clouds rising in brilliant splendor across the morning sky.

Feathered banners span the Lingjin (the ferry where spirits come and go), purple chariots galloping past, their splendid ornaments fluttering in the wind. Driving toward the realms beyond the Nine Heavens, in the rise and fall of gesture Heaven and Earth appear vast and remote.

The turmoil of the dusty world accumulates into clamor and filth, depleting the spirit so that even original Qi declines. Why not seek the path of distant wandering and ascent? Eight thousand years of time are no longer than a single morning.

At dawn one crosses the azure sea, flying wheels departing the green chambers (immortal palaces). Loudly chanting verses of gathering with companions, the chariot crosses boundless waters.

Thrice forming covenants to meet guests of the Jade Empyrean (the immortal realm), five times arranging meetings with the Eastern Floriate Lad (the immortal youth attendant of the Eastern Floriate Emperor). Riding feathered chariots and driving the wind one ascends to the Imperial Dawn (the dawn realm of the Heavenly Emperor) and feasts in the Palace of Vast Cold.

The eight tones (ancient musical instruments) resound in emptiness, purple phoenixes singing numinous wind-sounds. Crimson clouds veil the bright sunlight as scenes from the eight directions soar into the empty sky.

Tasting jade nectar and precious liquids, body and mind grow clear and refined, returning to the pure, hazy state of an infant. Utmost joy belongs to the Five Spirits (the gods of the five viscera within the body), years accumulating layer upon layer as if spanning kalpas of antiquity.

To leave the dusty world is as easy as taking off one’s shoes—what difficulty is there? Toil and anxiety only damage the heart-spirit.

At dawn driving forth to meet the morning light, one loosens the reins and sets out from Purple Clarity (a lofty, tranquil immortal realm). Wheels floating in emptiness gallop amid the Grand Rosy Clouds, canopies rising to sweep past the courtyard of the Palace of Vast Cold.

The High Perfected (immortals of profound attainment) dwell in the palaces of the Heavenly Emperor, whose walls draw numinous beasts from the four directions. The Ten Ultimates (dances and music of Daoist ritual or immortal realms) dance in the air, flying mists encircling embroidered screens.

Tigers fan the divine winds bringing auspicious omens; purple clouds whirl as dragon chariots proceed side by side. Swiftly gazing round the eight directions, in a single backward glance the chun tree has already toppled.

How desolate it is, Xuanjingzi (the perfected one or cultivator addressed here)—why not seek the way of long life?

Hidden zhi grow beautifully in the Divine Garden, and the waters of Kun Pond irrigate the fields. Gazing upward at the palaces of Yuqing, one sees them towering in lofty majesty, looking down upon the Crimson Ford. Purple auroras illuminate the winding seats, and five-colored clouds light up the Nine Heavens. Winds from the eight directions rise from distant horizons and swirl among the deep and tranquil green pavilions.

The True Lords of the Three Origins dwell in the Western Palace, and a fair one resides in Donghua. From the Northern Darkness come seven long cries, and Brilliant Consort sings the “Southern Perfected.” They play the ao in harmony with the vermilion pitches; they raise jade staffs and pluck the six strings. All voices and melodies blend together, as if serenely conforming to the celestial cycle, resounding as one across the vast Phoenix Summit.

Together they agreed to summon the ten thousand demons, causing the hosts of darkness to gather here. To arrive in transcendent ease is no hardship, and so they open endless ages. Riding upon Qi (vital energy), they fly through the cavernous void; mounting the radiance of sun and moon, they rest in the Nine Heavens. The cavern dwellings lie deep and secluded, spreading brilliance far and wide; feathered canopies and mysterious carriages seem to emerge from the space of no interval.

Mists of the eight directions surge and billow. Empty, spacious wheels race onward, yet their tracks remain still, as if even time cannot urge them on. They play the ao, its sound filling the eight directions; my own carriages and horses likewise seem to meet no obstacle. Holding jade staffs they enter Donghua, and at dusk they feast upon the summit of the Mysterious Garden. They bind their sashes, don the Five Numina, loosen their robes, and welcome the fair one.

When mind and Shen (spirit) communicate, they naturally accord with the turning of the times; what seems accidental has its own causes and conditions. Together they mount light, swift feathered wings and soar aloft; a single beat carries them across tens of thousands of li. Crimson immortal radiance appears in the mysterious dawn, and purple-canopied carriages travel upon the clouds. They ascend beyond the Golden Towers and look down upon the City of Western Florescence.

Donghua opens five-colored radiance, and divine light shines upon the Seven Numina. Light and shadow interweave, as if triple flames illuminate the four quarters; all is left to circulate of itself and naturally returns to the realm of hidden darkness.

Wind stirs the hollow vault of heaven, and incense smoke drifts through the jade courtyard. Hand in hand they dance with the Weaving Maiden, both sleeves falling like brocade. In primal circling they wave the feathered banners, and the floral canopy tilts with the cloudy Qi. They feast and rest beyond the Nine Heavens, no longer concerned with the rights and wrongs of the mortal world.

Mind and Shen abide in the empty stillness of the Niwan Palace (the upper Dantian [energy center] in the head). Innate spiritual radiance grows ever more luminous, as pure as an infant. Moreover, within the cavern dwellings there is neither fault nor defilement, and the inner heart is no longer oppressed by sorrow or hardship.

On the emerald empty peaks of Fusang, red cloud-blossoms gleam faintly. The heights of Lang Terrace are empty and clear, and the scenery on all four sides reflects the pure, lofty light of heaven.

Riding the flying radiance, one mounts the purple chariot wheels; taking the Three Primes as reins, one drives the crimson carriage. Reposing at ease in the lodgings of the Great Emperor, one ascends the lofty courtyards of the Queen Mother of the West.

Washing the feet in emerald streams, one lifts the jade flask filled with jade nectar (the sweet wine drunk by immortals). At winding dawn, riding the wind-fan, one floats lightly and sways, now and then gazing downward.

Temporarily arriving in the dusty world, one then turns the carriage toward the banks of the Si River to meet Liangzhen. The mysterious union will of itself arrange the mutual appointment; coming and going amid the dim and obscure, one follows what is natural.

Only then does one understand the toil brought by honor and disgrace, and finally realize that anxiety shortens the lifespan.

A secluded chamber can be used to still body and mind and nourish Shen (spirit), awaiting the success of cultivation. Why discuss right and wrong in prominent places? Various illnesses often arise from this.

The heavenly court produces the Golden Flower, inwardly revealing the Qi (vital energy) of yin-evil; the jade valley leads to the mysterious realm, where jade-like Jing (essence) and Qi support and interweave with one another. The Celestial Authenticity (the original true state attained through cultivating the Dao) remains long, and the elixir of flying ascent emits numinous grains of sand. In the morning, according to ritual, one welcomes the heavenly horses and drives the carriage back to the wondrous, mysterious, and distant dwelling.

When an immortal arrives in the chamber, various evil influences can be eliminated.

In cultivating the Dao, purification and fasting come first; only through diligent practice can one ascend the Golden Towers (the palaces of the immortal realm). Therefore the Great Dharma Bridge is established to universally deliver all kinds of sentient beings. The accumulated De (Virtue/Power) of grace from previous lives receives its reward, and the mind of the Dao thereby arises in transcendence. On the days of the Six Fasts one worships the Hollow Void (the pure and empty realm where Daoist honored deities dwell); on the Ten Direct Days (specific fasting days of each month) one sincerely practices, and the spirits can then be communicated with. The Five Elders (Heavenly Emperors of the Five Directions) record the registers of the immortals and drive cloud-carriages to come and welcome them for audience. The practitioner’s body flies up to the Mysterious Capital, and seven generations of ancestors are also liberated.

The Hymns of the Various Perfected of Highest Clarity concludes.