《瓊琯白真人集》Vol. 4
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These fourteen seven-character quatrains by Southern Lineage Daoist patriarch Bai Yuchan (the Immortal Qiongguan) adopt the perspective of a celestial official banished to the mortal realm, using mythological imagery to convey cultivation insights.
The first poem recounts his former status as an immortal official of Qinghua Palace in heaven, who—after drunkenly overturning a golden ritual vase while riding a dragon—caused catastrophic floods on earth, leading to his banishment.
The second describes the Jade Emperor issuing an edict to investigate the disturbance in the divine realms (Shenxiao). Having left the Thunder City (residence of the Thunder Ministry), he now finds heaven and earth irrevocably separated.
The third depicts his exiled life cultivating the Golden Elixir (Neidan) while awaiting a crane's summons. Upon returning to heaven, he's reappointed to command wind and thunder.
The fourth portrays the awe-inspiring scene of Five Thunder techniques sealing Yuqing Palace, where even three thousand celestial maidens frown at hearing of cultivation hardships.
The fifth recalls his audience at Purple Purity Realm (another name for Shangqing). Peeking at the retinue of the Great Unity Celestial Sovereign earned him a fiery-bell reprimand from heavenly guards.
The sixth confesses no resentment toward his punishment, only regret for tarnishing celestial maidens' purity. The seventh uses the Nanke Dream (from The Governor of Nanke) as a metaphor for severing past ties, stranded alone in the mortal world.
The eighth describes sudden recall to heaven by the Jade Emperor's mercy, leaving only echoing gibbon cries in empty mountains. The ninth references the Queen Mother's peach banquet—accidentally eating immortal fruit erased celestial memories.
The tenth emphasizes his true identity as a Thunder Ministry official, where a century on earth passes as moments in heaven. The eleventh nostalgically recalls carefree cultivation on sacred Mount Huashan, when even six-ounce celestial robes felt heavy.
The twelfth bluntly states that even immortals obey heavenly laws, finding less freedom than in earthly grottoes. The thirteenth chronicles wandering Tiantai and Jinhua mountains with white clouds as companions, finally settling at Wuyi for cultivation.
Integrating Southern Lineage concepts like Golden Elixir alchemy and Five Thunder rituals with celestial bureaucracy (Shenxiao, Yuqing Palace), these poems embody the school's ethos: "While dwelling in dust, the heart ascends to heavenly gates."
These poems from the Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qiongguan embody the carefree Daoist attitude toward life:
In Yangzhou there's a crane I cannot ride;
At night before the Five-Phoenix Tower I gaze,
Watching white clouds drift idly across the sky.
Barefoot and disheveled in tattered robes,
When vexed I drink until drunk, chanting verses.
Roaming the streets unrecognized by all—
I was once the immortal child of the Great Emperor of Eastern Florescence (Donghua Dadi, a Daoist deity).
Twenty years of practice, yet my heavy frame won't ascend;
Shaking my ragged robes, I laugh at myself—
Only a single coin remains in my satchel.
I carry a luminous pearl within:
Visible when revealed,
Yet vanishing when sought.
The golden rooster crows at dawn unseen,
Moonlight flooding the empty void.
I neither read scriptures nor sit in meditation,
Eating when hungry, sleeping when weary.
If the Jade Emperor (Yuhuang Dadi, supreme Daoist deity) won't glance my way,
I remain mere mortal flesh after all.
Too lazy to lift my eyes toward worldly folk,
Across lakes and seas I wander alone.
No visitors come to my grotto-heaven paradise,
While peaches bloom by the stream year after year.
The mutability of seas turning to fields seems unbelievable,
Yet in one thing I surpass all kings—
This pure leisure they'll never attain.
Four Poems on the Phoenix Perch Pavilion:
Jade-like bamboos cluster before the pavilion,
Where phoenixes roost in misty rain.
Flute songs stir sleepless souls,
Moonlight and breeze filling the bamboo grove.
Lute notes mingle with pillow-side winds,
Courtyard bathed in lunar glow,
As white phoenixes alight on branches,
Piercing the grove's midnight hush with their presence.
Years of bamboos keeping company with wind and moon,
Nights of phoenixes nesting in clouds.
Someone plays a flute deep in the woods and departs—
Bamboos transform into soaring dragons, phoenixes ascend heaven.
Drinking all night before Pan's family pavilion,
Drunkenly facing bamboos while playing jade flutes.
Who knows how many phoenixes came to perch?
When people leave, phoenixes vanish—only rustling bamboos remain.
Two Poems on Hu Yungan's Mountain Villa:
In melancholy I prefer bamboos to fragrant flowers,
Rolling up blinds idly to gaze at distant peaks.
Birdcalls skim the eaves,
Cool breezes usher in the moon.
Incense from the Boshan burner coils like tiny serpents,
Sitting alone on a rush mat without company.
The wooden gate admits chilly drafts,
Beyond the eaves, white clouds appear and disappear.
Ode to Han Xiangzi:
Your uncle postured with such artifice,
Emerging in snow without charm.
Fortunately you left that basket of flowers long ago—
Still celebrated in verse to this day.
The poem "Lonely Firefly" by Monk Yu Xian depicts a summer night's cooling scene: in the deep quiet of night, enjoying the cool by the waterside pavilion, one glimpses a solitary firefly amidst the grass. Suddenly it darts across the silvery expanse of water, its up-and-down flight resembling two floating points of starlight.
The series "Five Poems of Wuyi" portrays Wuyi Mountain scenery:
The first poem laments that the Rainbow Bridge and Canopy Pavilion (famous Wuyi landmarks) are no longer visible, leaving only green mountains and clear waters. Travelers seeking the mountain's wonders are directed to visit the Great Hermit Screen at the Fifth Bend of the stream.
The second describes the waterfall at Dragon-Galloping Immortal's Palm Cliff and crane cries amid sea of clouds atop Canopy Peak. The poet suggests that with twenty-one days of cultivation ("two times seven worldly days") by a bright window, one could ascend to meet the Lord of Wuyi (the mountain deity).
The third paints fragrant grass mirroring emerald streams, ancient pines harmonizing with distant azure peaks. Alone by the stream with his iron flute, the poet plays for the grotto fairies.
The fourth reflects on how the Manifest Dao Immortal has departed forever, and Canopy Pavilion's terraces have vanished. A descendant (later traveler) leans against cold pines as sunset winds wail and gibbons mourn.
The fifth extols Wuyi's thousand-layered jadeite peaks and ten-thousand-acre jasper streams. Though drunk travelers come and go, how many truly comprehend Wuyi's essence?
"Inscription for Zheng Tongmiao's Retreat" states: Play a few unconcerned games of chess, drink a cup or two of self-poured wine—thus passing worldly days. When the Golden Elixir is perfected, cloud-riding cranes will come.
"Miscellaneous Odes to the Nine Bends" series chants Wuyi's meandering stream:
First Bend - Ascension Grotto: Seeking transcendents specially, one finds the grotto's entrance buzzing like a yamen. Spring waters flow cold-jade green, carrying fallen peach blossoms.
Second Bend - Jade Maiden Peak: Fantastic peaks stand waterside like hair ornaments, their jade-boned forms resembling maidens. Misty radiance clothes them in spring finery, cloud veils their morning toilette.
Third Bend - Loom of Immortals: Woven rainbow garments ward cold winds as jade shuttles transform into soaring dragons. The Weaving Maid (Heavenly Granddaughter) has returned to Silver River's shore, leaving only white clouds and empty looms in the cave.
Fourth Bend - Golden Cock Cliff: Moon mirrors in chill pools, empty valleys hold mist. At the golden cock's first dawn cry, its voice flies straight to heaven.
Fifth Bend - Iron Flute Pavilion: Night dew (Hangxie) fills the sky as pure breezes blow, white cranes alight on emerald pines. When cold moonlight empties the mountains, the iron flute's call awakens the deep-pool dragon.
Sixth Bend - Immortal's Palm Peak: Peaks shaped like celestial hands... (original poem incomplete, preserving open imagery)
The Anthology of White Jade Master (Qiongguan Bai Zhenren Ji) depicts the celestial scenery along the Nine-Bend Stream of Mount Wuyi. The opening poem presents the thirty-six peaks' transcendent beauty—where emerald waters meander through mist-wreathed cliffs, each swirling cloud seems to conceal traces of immortals.
Each bend unfolds its mysteries: Below Manting Peak at the First Bend, a divine vessel lies anchored while jade blossoms shroud the cavern mouth in jade smoke; legend tells how the mountain apes still mourn since King Wei's ascension. At the Second Bend, generations have passed in the riverside village—the flutes and drums of old now silent, replaced by spring grasses around abandoned alchemical furnaces, where the Jade Maiden Peak stands veiled in lonely clouds.
The Third Bend cradles an immortal's boat beneath cliffs, though the yellow crane departed ages past; peach blossoms bloom unheeded as the stream flows on. Autumn light at the Fourth Bend gilds bronze-mirrored pools where golden pheasants cry beneath the setting moon, their calls lost in mist-laden winds. When the Fifth Bend's iron flute splits stone and wakes the ancient dragon, only withered grasses remain where elixir-takers once transcended.
By Sixth Bend's Celestial Palm Peak, an immortal maiden brews fresh tea with living waters, guiding guests to waterfalls cascading like sheared snow through the haze. The Seventh Bend's former Chan monastery lies deserted; since the water deity moved to dragon palaces, nightly thunderstorms shake the valleys. At the Eighth Bend, sandpipers skim jade currents while dusk clouds brood over reed-fringed shores, where flute notes from Drum Tower Rock send phoenix tree leaves trembling. Where peach groves fringe Ninth Bend's new village, sudden cockcrows and barks evoke Liu Chen and Ruan Zhao's encounter with immortals—making wanderers forget their homeward path.
The "elixir ingestion" (fudan) references Daoist Golden Elixir (jindan) practices for transcendence, while "King Wei returning to crimson gates" alludes to royal ascension lore. Interweaving landscape, legend, and cultivation imagery, these verses reveal Mount Wuyi's sacred dimension as a Daoist paradise.
"Sunny Mist Over Mountain Market" depicts an evening scene in a mountain village: as the setting sun sinks westward, mist envelops the mountain marketplace, bathing the village's chickens and dogs in the lingering glow. The terraced rice fields spread like a neatly arranged chessboard, while crows and egrets soar freely across the sky.
The eleven poems of "Reflections on Wuyi" portray scenes of the four seasons and the transitions between dawn and dusk:
After spring rain, mist condenses in the sunset, and the mournful cry of cuckoos pierces the heart. Though the spring breeze has yet to stir, it carries boundless emotion naturally, while fallen petals still exude the fragrance of spring.
In summer, green willows sprout tender leaves, and butterflies coax the lotus blossoms to unfurl. A cool breeze sweeps through as the sun sets, and crows caw incessantly before the mountain.
After autumn rain, moss carpets the ground like brocade, and sunflowers under the morning sun resemble clusters of gold. Faced with such beauty, one can't help but let out a long cry, startling wild apes into mournful howls deep in the forest.
In winter, snow blankets the mountain paths, while a single plum blossom at the cave's mouth heralds spring. The stream froze into thin ice last night, and at dawn, crimson clouds scatter in the wind.
At daybreak, the wind rouses magpies from their forest roosts, and as the moon sinks behind western peaks, apes wail mournfully. A temple emerges faintly from the depths of clouds and mist, its bell echoing against emerald cliffs.
At dusk, azure clouds and crimson trees reflect each other, while crows dart chaotically in the fading light. The herb gatherer lingers, not yet returned, leaving the thatched hut's wooden gate ajar.
After rain clears, evening mists dissipate as one strolls by the verdant woods in straw sandals with a bamboo staff. The spring breeze carries the breath of spring, awakening a world of falling blossoms and singing birds.
Under the moon, the breeze is pure, and the bamboo path lies serene, while apes and cranes call beyond the window. Opening the door invites in the mountain's emerald hues; burning cypress seeds quiets the mind for cultivation.
On a deep autumn moonlit night, a thousand mountains echo with ape cries as all things roar in the wind. Mist dampens the moss, and drifting white clouds seem to wander through a dreamlike immortal realm.
Beneath the cliffs, clouds and mist lock deep with no visitors, while white clouds silently blanket the green moss. Pine blossoms fall, birds grow silent, and the clear breeze accompanies one into slumber.
The conclusion reveals the essence of creation: the poet merges with nature, facing scenes without forced composition, as verses flow forth naturally. True poetry illuminates the transformations of heaven and earth, then returns to stillness upon completion.
"Inscribed on a Hermitage" describes sights at a Daoist temple: at dusk, cold winds blow past an empty alchemical furnace before the cliffs. Unable to bear the desolate scene of falling blossoms and drifting mist, one hears apes mourning for departed recluses.
"Ode to Snow" compares snowfall to brewing wine: the snow goddess Qingnü holds secret recipes, using snow as ferment and dew as mash. When the snow-wine matures, the wind god Feilian drinks himself into stupor, making the east wind dance wildly all night long.
"On the Tower of Emerald Gathering"
Sunlight casts upon newborn moss like minted green coins;
Peaks rise as floral screens, meadows spread as fleecy plains.
Why not trade these moss-coins for breeze and moonlight?
Leaning on mountain screens, sleeping sound on grassy quilts.
"To Historian Yu of Yellow Pavilion"
Better cultivate Heaven's virtue (tianjue: innate noble character) than chase mortal titles;
What are worldly posts compared to immortal ranks?
Riding a blue-steed through royal streets is easy—
But mounting white cranes to scarlet celestial gates (jiangque: heavenly palaces) is hard.
"To Clerk Chen"
Before the yamen hall, I cast aside mundane duties,
Turning to retreat in Wuyi's misty peaks.
Had I practiced like the hermit Zhong Fang (Northern Song recluse),
Soaring on crane-back through azure clouds would pose no trial.
"Three Poems for Master Chen"
I
Eyes gleaming like ancient awls,
He grips an upturned iron hammer.
Suddenly meeting Zhongli Quan (one of the Eight Immortals),
He grabs the sage's long beard, laughing: "Who goes there?"
II
Wooden man brandishes earthen sword,
Stone maiden wears iron blossoms in her hair.
In the primordial Dragon-Han Era's winter month (Longhan: Taoist cosmic cycle),
We share a cup of Zhaozhou tea (Chan enlightenment brew).
III
Somersaulting into a jade gourd,
The Divine-Water Pool (shenshui huachi: alchemical saliva) dries overnight.
Startled by moonlight during midnight roam—
A pearl rolling in crystal dish.
"Dragon Well: Golden Rooster Cave Pool"
Cool winds rise through heaven's pure breath,
White crane alights on emerald pines.
Under moonlit barren hills, iron flute sounds—
One note wakes the Jade Abyss dragon.
"Thirty Chants of Huayang" (Selections)
I
Home lies beyond ten-thousand-mile jade realms,
This body drifts like lonely skiff.
Night dreams carry me west on autumn winds—
Waking to endless mountain tears.
II
A decade lost in Hainan's misty waters,
Gaze blurred between sky and earth.
Turning head toward bygone days—
Cicadas weep in slanting sunset winds.
III
Since leaving southern seas,
My shadow floats with clouds to Jiangzhe lands.
Searching cavern-heavens (dongtian: sacred grottoes) for hermits—
Who counts the worn-out straw sandals?
IV
White clouds lead to Tiantai's peaks (sacred Taoist mountain),
Blue ridges flood the eyes with clarity.
Yet new longings sprout mid-slopes—
Vainly listening to night gibbons wail.
V
Staff in hand, I seek immortals in Wuyi,
Snowflakes whirl below Canopy Peak.
From Nine-Bend Stream's head I gaze—
Ten-thousand cliffs clasped in jade embrace.
VI
Two years in Wuyi's thatched hut,
Watching blossoms, hearing orioles herald spring.
After streamwater escorts guests from caves,
Only lonesome elixir furnace guards the crags.
The eighth poem speaks of the astonishing power attained through cultivation. Upon receiving the true oral instructions and attempting the practice, within moments one can stir heaven and earth into phenomena as fierce as dragons battling tigers. Even the immortals in the highest heavens can perceive it—throughout the night, winds and thunder shake ten thousand mountains.
The ninth depicts a scene of vanquishing demons. With a single long cry by the White Horse River, red light and purple mist instantly rise from the water. Swiftly drawing the Green Serpent Sword (a Daoist ritual implement) from its sheath, a single stroke clarifies the Yellow River entirely.
The tenth reveals heroic grandeur. After freely drinking hundreds of cups of immortal wine, drunk, one points the sword straight at the sky. Treading upon the Big Dipper (a crucial constellation in Daoism), a single roar turns heaven and earth crimson.
The eleventh describes the supernatural ability to shift stars and constellations. Moving the Big Dipper to the position of the Southern Pole, one lifts the sun and moon with both hands. Soaring to the summit of Mount Kunlun, in the blink of an eye, one transforms into clouds filling the sky.
The twelfth recounts roaming immortal realms. Riding a golden boat to the ends of the earth, crossing shifting sands with the ocean tides. Upon ascending Penglai, the fairy isle, one beholds the exotic blossoms of jade terraces and celestial gardens.
The thirteenth points out that the human body itself contains immortal realms. Within each person lies a Penglai paradise, a tower with twelve white jade steps. The Charming Maiden (original spirit, Yuanshen) and the Golden Elder (original essence, Yuanjing) often meet in its halls, where peonies bloom every night.
The fourteenth uses metaphor to explain Neidan (internal alchemy) cultivation. It may seem laughable, but even a man can "conceive." This refers to the union of one's own Jing (essence), Qi (vital energy), and Shen (spirit)—the true mystery lies in the harmonization of Yin and Yang within the body.
The fifteenth describes the state of cultivation. Chanting poetry, drunkenness, and ingesting elixirs (measured in daogui doses) fill the limbs with genuine Qi. When wine brings deep slumber, it is like a boat laden with white snow crossing Cao Creek (a Chan Buddhist sacred site).
The sixteenth speaks of refining the Yuanshen (original spirit). Night after night, the spirit rests peacefully in the Dantian (the lower elixir field), while the Yellow Court (middle Dantian) brims with auspicious clouds beneath a bright moon. Like a pair of mandarin ducks floating on emerald waters, purple-gold lotuses bloom beneath the surface.
The seventeenth portrays the state of bigu (grain avoidance). When hungry, one consumes the Black Tortoise’s liver (an elixir); when cold, the true fire of the Dantian is kindled. With a pure heart, one remains untouched by worldly hunger or chill.
The eighteenth reflects on Laozi (the green ox refers to his mount). Though the sage departed long ago, the great Dao is clearly present before us. To recognize its truth in the here and now is like a hall filled with pure breeze and bright moonlight.
The nineteenth depicts the elixir-refining process. In a short time, mercury and lead (elixir ingredients) are transformed, the furnace’s fierce flames illuminating the night sky. Suddenly, divine water (internal fluids) descends into the golden well (Dantian), crystallizing into a moon-like perfected elixir.
The twentieth describes the microcosmic orbit. Silent and unseen, Qi passes through the Jade Pillow (a key point on the Governing Vessel), beyond which lies the immortal’s jade capital. Free movement through the body’s meridians is as sharp as the wind and frost of the nine heavens.
The twenty-first paints a scene of gathering medicinal Qi. A pool of divine water (saliva) overflows the Flowery Pool (mouth), while every night white snow (purified Qi) dances. Within the snow, a figure captures the Jade Rabbit (symbolizing medicinal Qi), chasing it until the moon hangs upon winter branches.
This poetic passage employs metaphorical language to describe the practice and states of Neidan (internal alchemy) in Daoist cultivation. The terms "lead and mercury" symbolize the body's Jing (essence) and Qi (vital energy), while "true earth" refers to the Dantian (energy center) – the core of bodily energy. The phrase "golden blossoms filling the crimson cauldron" depicts the vibrant energy overflowing within when cultivation reaches fruition.
The "Cao Creek path" alludes to the Ren and Du meridians (key energy channels), with "mud pellet" indicating the Baihui acupoint at the crown of the head. The Dantian is divided into upper, middle, and lower regions. Solar and lunar imagery appears through the "golden crow" (sun) and "charming maiden" (moon), representing the harmonious interplay of Yin-Yang energies achieved through cultivation.
The terms "Wu-Ji" correspond to the spleen and stomach, metaphorically serving as the alchemical furnace, while the "crimson pill" signifies the internal elixir. The "night-shining pearl" embodies the fruits of practice. "Scarlet palace of immortal realms" points to the upper Dantian, with the "treasure of longevity" being the internal elixir itself. Practitioners attain communion with the Dao through "spirit flight" – the sublimation of consciousness.
Later verses describe cultivators who, though physically in the mundane world, maintain celestial connection with the Divine Empyrean (heavenly realm), reflecting their transcendent mindset. The "jade emperor's youthful attendant" suggests the practitioner's innate celestial affinity, temporarily remaining in the earthly realm due to unresolved karma. The conclusion emphasizes relinquishing fame and wealth, advocating poetic refinement and wine as means to navigate worldly existence while achieving mind-body unity.
The final poems use cloud imagery to express the cultivator's non-attachment to worldly pursuits, embodying spontaneous harmony with circumstance. Like mountain clouds undisturbed by passing winds, they maintain primordial purity and authenticity. Through rich symbolic language, this sequence reveals essential Neidan techniques while portraying the serene detachment of Daoist practitioners.
The Pillar Below (referring to Laozi's post as Archivist of Zhou) could accommodate a sage like Laozi, and the Lacquer Garden (where Zhuangzi served as caretaker) equally nurtured Zhuang Zhou. What purpose lies in your refusal to serve, like a hermit of Crane Grove? Seize opportunity while youth's dark locks still crown your head.
"In Rhyme with Wang the Official"
Hair unbound, robes thrown open—blissful wandering in the land of wine,
From dawn till sunset, laughter flows.
Sitting quietly to the cicada's endless song,
Who'd believe such cool purity exists in the mortal realm?
"To Daoist Zhou"
Distant thunder murmurs through mountain valleys,
Fine rain threads wash away drought's breath.
Whence comes this crane alighting on pine boughs?
Its cry pierces evening winds, cleaving ninefold clouds.
"To the Poetry Immortal"
Mastering verse rivals the hardship of cultivating immortality,
Forging lines surpasses refining elixirs.
You've grasped the secret of soul-transmutation—
I light incense to seek your poetic wisdom.
"Inscription on Guangxiao Temple"
By chance I rode a crane to roam immortal realms,
Visiting ancient cave-heavens by Quan Mountain.
A sword-gleam splits the firmament—
Startling the old dragon from jade-pool slumber.
"Three Poems for Lute Master Lan"
I
Long have I heard of Elder Lan's riverside fame,
Today at Jade Summit we meet by fortune's hand.
Your bamboo's integrity and plum's purity merge—
Rarer still, their essence now fills your breast.
II
Twilight gathers beneath Carefree Tower,
We sit in silence, then stroll side by side.
After the Eighteen Hujia Melodies fade,
My bedside sword hums in the third-watch moon.
III
Speak not of Western Hills' night chill—
They say Lu Mountain bears summer snows.
My fear? After our parting,
I'll mistake gibbon cries for your lute's voice.
"Scripture of Purity"
Heaven and earth unfold as one sacred text,
Every plucked theme rings crystalline.
Wildflowers preach the Dao's principles,
Even tiny creatures prick their ears to listen.
"Reclining in Clouds"
Immortal incense fills my chamber—
One lute, one sword, one cup of clear tea.
Feather-robes steeped in mist-hued dyes,
Never sullied by worldly pomp.
"Riddle at Yellow Immortal Hermitage"
Blue, red, white, black—the center hue's absent,
Word comes Western sages already understand.
Twenty-one figures flash through field-radicals—
Who comes to visit Zhan Zhonghuang? (A pun on "yellow")
"Two Poems for Censor Wang"
I
I study Daoist scriptures, not Confucian classics—
Hear this riverside recluse's earnest words.
You've ascended official heights in one stride,
While I keep vigil in the Sanqing's hall.
II
Long past weighing gain and loss,
Like lone clouds or solitary cranes I wander.
Watching flowers bloom and fade, moons wax and wane,
Riding life's storms to their ebb and flow.
The Daoist classic "Immortal's Vegetable Cooking Scripture" playfully states: The immortal's method of boiling greens makes imperial chefs laugh and the Grand Provisioner (official in charge of royal cuisine) gasp in astonishment. Like those who vainly chew jade to stave hunger in the Blue Field Mountains (legendary jade-producing region), how could they appreciate true delicacy? Such refined taste resembles carrying a precious fan yet forgetting to use it.
The poem "Fan" satirizes: Though knowing this flimsy fan can drive away flies, the summer breeze (southern wind) may please you temporarily—but when autumn winds rise, you'll discard it without hesitation.
Describing "Mid-Autumn Moon," it says: A thousand mountains share autumn's crisp clarity equally, while a lone moon rolls across ten thousand miles of azure sky. Gazing from Qiantang River's shore, all who meet seem transformed into celestial beings of the Moon Palace (Guanghan Palace).
"Boat Journey" depicts: Morning mist veils purple-green mountain silhouettes, rain-washed blossoms dot the landscape with blue and red. Fortunate to sail with autumn currents, may we borrow another easterly wind to speed our voyage.
"Postface to Abbot's Quarters at Shangqing Temple" captures Zen essence: A gibbon's cries escort the waning moon, bamboo shadows summon cooling breeze. None comprehend this tranquil midnight flavor—only the clumsy old abbot of this humble cloister truly knows.
In the series of dedicatory poems:
Praising Daoist Wu as a poetic tiger, inheriting Huang Tingjian and Chen Shidao's legacy comparable to Li Bai and Du Fu; like the ugly woman Wuyan daring to imitate Xishi, beating drums at Thunder Gate (prestigious arena) to display talent.
For Daoist He on alchemy: Harmonizing the Qi of Mercury-Tiger and Lead-Dragon, last night yellow sprouts (neidan term for nascent yang energy) emerged. To grasp the mystery of the knife-measure (minute medicinal dose), understand cinnabar's union with quicksilver in taming the tiger.
Commending Zhang Zhitang from Wudang Mountain, whose eyes shine like sun and moon piercing through darkness. Awakening from lofty dreams in cloud-wrapped halls, he laughs while riding white cranes back to Penglai's immortal isles.
Celebrating Kong Quandao's cultivation: Concentrating spirit to refine the golden elixir through sevenfold cycles of return (neidan microcosmic orbit). Last night's thunderclap signaled his gathered spirit now dwells in the Muddy Pellet Palace (crown chakra).
Exhorting Baoyuan to abandon Confucianism: See through Confucian limitations, awaken to Dao's profound mystery. Temporarily forsake rank and riches—take your zither and join my immortal quest.
Ode to the Xue brothers:
Praising Shenge's purity like green bamboo, his clarity akin to white plum blossoms. Occasionally carrying his zither to rock gardens, mistaken for an immortal visiting earth.
Lauding Zhenge embodying all four auspicious creatures (unicorn, phoenix, turtle, dragon)—your fraternal bone structure radiates extraordinary nobility.
Secret alchemical advice for Commissioner Zhao: True lead and mercury dwell not in flesh—seek dragon and tiger (yin-yang) beyond expectations. Penetrate this creative mystery, and alchemical mastery becomes effortless.
Finally, these enlightenment verses grace the bamboo garden walls of Inspector Pan's estate.
The poems in The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qionguan depict natural scenery and insights into spiritual cultivation, expressed through fresh and vivid language. The first poem portrays a bamboo grove after night rain: spring showers have washed the emerald bamboo leaves clean, while countless verdant stalks sway in the breeze. Under moonlight, crows nestle among the trees when suddenly an iron flute sounds, chilling mists swirling about.
Ink Bamboo, the second poem, tells of a friend's gift—a painting of bamboo whose branches appear jade-cold upon the paper. Unrolling the scroll to admire it with his crane companion, the poet forbids birds from perching on these inked boughs tonight. Questioning the Cuckoo listens to the cuckoo's cry amid willow shade; its call urges both human homecoming and spring's departure. The poet sighs: though people may turn back, spring must eventually fade—why not follow the cuckoo flying toward Qingcheng Mountain?
Withered Pine describes an ancient pine with bark like dragon scales and limbs like talons, resembling a white dragon emerging from the lake. Surely this was touched by Lü Dongbin (one of the Eight Immortals), now ready to ride clouds and mist away. The Luofu Mountain travelogue mentions five-colored rare birds circling stone towers; crossing the iron bridge, ape cries fade, leaving only the cold wind whistling through Ge Hong's (styled Zhichuan) abandoned alchemical furnace.
Summoning the Worthy Daoist depicts dusk stillness after dismounting, poetic thoughts dissolving into emerald hills. Suddenly autumn geese cry, wetting his sleeves with tears. Autumn Thoughts finds rain beating withered lotus, wind scattering dry leaves by the well. Yet streamside rocks endure, reeds and red knotweed mirroring each other.
The tale of Immortal Xu tells of a woodcutter meeting transcendents for three days, returning to find ten years passed. Though enlightenment needs no bitter toil, this place bears the name "Bitter Coptis Hollow." Remembering West Lake recalls moonlit nights there, the west wind whispering: keep hibiscus blooms for my drunken admiration.
Drought prayer verses portray farmers with empty rice jars. At Tiger-Subduing Hermitage, incense transforms into rice ears, dusters into rain blossoms. On Dragon-Tiger Mountain, the poet whips the slumbering dragon, demanding why the Thunder God (Five Thunders Lord) withholds rain.
Fisherman's Hut paints riverside knotweed blazing red, sandbars pure white. Mountains stand silent, only moonlight revealing dogs barking at pine tops. The final poem observes bamboo shoots like folded palms, fern fronds like raised fists—perfect for contemplating poetry and Chan. The recluse, long deprived of refined music, sees Morning Incense Peak exhale dawn mist—a subtle metaphor for the cultivator's luminous inner state.
The poems in Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qionguan depict the leisurely artistic conception of natural scenery and monastic life. The first poem portrays early summer scenes: the aged locust trees verdant, young locusts tender green, wheat fields alternating between green and yellow. Swallows have already hatched their fledglings, orioles take flight, and amidst swirling fallen petals, bees and butterflies remain busily at work.
The second poem expresses a transcendent state beyond worldly concerns: fame and wealth pass like floating clouds before one's eyes, unworthy of mention—only refined poetry holds enduring affection. The spring scenery of drifting gossamer and flying catkins reveals an untrammeled leisure beyond mundane affairs.
"Remembering the Crane" employs the allusion of Ding Lingwei's transformation (the Daoist immortal who attained the Dao and returned home as a crane), lamenting worldly vicissitudes: cultivating the Dao in mountain caves, unaware of dynastic changes outside, returning to find generations have passed. Who now remembers the celestial crane that once alighted on the ornamental pillar? Traces of immortals prove elusive to find.
"Morning Star-Gazing" describes nocturnal cultivation: jade-incense smoke coils upward to the celestial realms (the "Three Heavens" refer to Daoism's Sanqing realms). When cultivation concludes, wind and dew fill the deep night—a stark contrast to ordinary folk already lost in sound slumber.
"Fujian Dawn: Admiring Peonies in Clear Weather" depicts morning flower appreciation: dust motes float by sunlit windows, the inkstone slightly warm. Beholding peonies in full bloom feels like traversing from Jiangnan dreams to Lingnan's spring hues.
"The Oriole" captures an ephemeral moment: a golden oriole snaps a plum branch, its dew-beaded feathers glinting gold. Startled into flight, it stirs powder-winged butterflies while hiding its own song deep within green willows.
"River Village: Chanting in Mist" paints a misty river vista: where the haze thins, blue-green mountains emerge; river winds scatter rain and fog. Viewed from the water's surface, layered peaks appear like a misty painted screen of exquisite beauty.
"Drunken Dreams Among Plum Blossoms" recounts intoxicated slumber's refined pleasures: lying drunk beneath paper curtains painted with plum blossoms, the mind emptied of clutter, snoring thunderously. Not even the sorrows of mandarin ducks or phoenixes could disturb—awakening half-convinced one dwells in the Moon Palace (Guanghan denotes the lunar abode).
"Winter Night: Toasting the Moon" describes solitary moonlit drinking: the velvety new moon floats inverted in the wine cup, downed in one gulp. One imagines tomorrow, Chang'e (the Moon Goddess) must exclaim in surprise at her lost crystal comb.
"Three Poems on Phoenix-Perch Pavilion" employs phoenix imagery to express sentiments: the first depicts phoenixes roosting in bamboo groves amid misty rain, moonlight and clear breeze filling the woods to flute melodies; the second describes years of bamboo growth witnessing phoenix visits, until finally bamboo transforms into dragons and phoenixes ascend heavenward; the last tells of nighttime pavilion drinking with flute music, unknowingly summoning countless phoenixes—when the music ends and guests depart, only silent bamboo shadows remain.
"Observing Phenomena: Two Poems" discerns the Dao's workings in minute details: bees claim roses as honey-producing fiefdoms, ants borrow grain from slender-waisted wasps; stormy days find turtledoves calling mates, cold mist over waterlands hears wild geese summoning flocks. These natural phenomena subtly embody the profound mechanisms of cosmic operation.
The poetry collection "Works of Master Bai the Jade Tube" depicts the shifting scenes of nature through the seasons while conveying the poet's carefree and contented attitude toward life.
At dawn, egrets wait by the stream to feed; at dusk, spiders weave their webs beneath the eaves to survive. Wild horses gallop freely across open plains, while snails inch slowly along the walls. Through these natural images, the poet expresses a mind untethered from worldly concerns.
In the series "Spring Journey Verses," the poet converses with spring itself: the fluttering butterflies remind him of Zhuangzi's dream of becoming a butterfly, and in his wine-induced haze, he mistakes crabapple blossoms for the legendary beauty Yang Guifei. With detached amusement, he observes the coming and going of spring, capturing its essence in moments—when night rain washes the mountains clean, or morning breezes stir the flowering branches. The garden blooms anew each day, and the poet drinks himself into daily reverie, drawing inspiration from croaking frogs in the well and dancing butterflies at dusk.
He composes verses on the whim of the spring wind, flask in hand at every turn, while the cuckoo's call seems to urge farmers to their fields. The hues of spring grow richer by the day, with orioles presiding over the groves and rain nourishing peach and plum blossoms. Lost in his pursuit of spring's beauty, he watches willows sway in the wind and crabapple petals drift in the rain. The wealthy may lack the fortune to truly appreciate flowers, often dozing beneath green-curtained windows instead.
Willows lean languidly into the warm sun; amid the orioles' songs, fish leap, sending up raindrop-like ripples, while butterflies disturb the blossoms, sending them dancing on the breeze. People ride in perfumed carriages to admire the season, unaware that the Qingming Festival has already passed. Young swallows whisper of falling petals, and turtledoves call for clearing skies.
"Summer Diversions" sketches the leisurely moods of the season: the poet reclines on cool mats and pillows, making plans with friends, while gilded well railings stir tender thoughts. Peonies and herbaceous peonies have faded, but jasmine and Arabian jasmine bloom in their prime. Jasmine buds resemble chalk-dusted tips, while red lotuses unfold like golden cups. Nestling swallows and newly emerged cicadas seem to converse as the poet lingers alone in the pavilion day after day.
Encircled by emerald-green mountains like a painted screen, he sits in stillness, forgetting to return home. By the bridge, lotus flowers stand tall and graceful, and dragonflies skim low over the water.
"Mountain Songs" reflects on life's truths: the mid-autumn moon shines upon all people under heaven. Through the ages, humans grow old, yet the moon remains, cycling endlessly as a silent witness to the world's vicissitudes. These poems brim with Daoist philosophy—embracing nature's flow and transcending worldly attachments—painting the cycle of life through the seasons with fresh, natural strokes.
The poetry collection of Bai Yuchan (Qiong Guan Bai Zhen Ren Ji) reveals the daily life and transcendent mindset of Daoist practitioners.
The first poem depicts the humble life of pawning jewelry for wine money: hairpins and bracelets are exchanged for wine to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, only to wake from drunkenness to an empty larder, with children crying from hunger and a wife complaining. Yet the poet retorts, "What is there to complain about?"—embodying the Daoist detachment from material desires.
The second poem contrasts the bustling streets: crowds come and go singing, too absorbed in admiring lanterns to notice the moon. The poet quips that the moon is not as lovely as the lanterns, advising people to forgo moon-gazing and simply enjoy the lights—a subtle critique of worldly obsession with superficial appearances over true essence.
"Song of the Farmers" paints a harvest scene: rice fields stretch lush and green, ducklings and goslings waddle in flocks. When the grain ripens, the wine is fresh, and the fowl grow plump, the whole village celebrates with song and dance, rejoicing in the simple, rustic pleasures of autumn.
"Song of the Nine Perfected of Southern Peak" was inscribed at Chonghe Pavilion in Shouning. The poet laughs about carrying King Wei’s giant gourd, drunkenly marveling at the vastness of Dongting Lake, then riding celestial winds to roam the wilderness. He muses that there is no Southern Peak in the Nine Heavens, yet he seeks the realm of the Nine Perfected. The poem recounts how the Jade Emperor once summoned Chen Xingming, with a youth playing the purple phoenix pipes and the Perfected Yin (a Daoist honorific for the accomplished) following behind, guards bearing fiery bells to clear the path. The white-haired Daoist Chen Huidu stands on a rainbow bridge, calling to frost eagles, while Shi You flashes a radiant smile. On nights when dew chills the pines and moonlight gleams, apes cry and tigers roar in the western mountains, and figures like Zhang Fu are as rare as jewels. The poet likens himself to a crane—refined and lean from cultivation—longing for the days when the immortal Xu Lingqi refined jade mushrooms (a metaphor for saliva) in the "Jade Pool" (the mouth). Finally, he yearns to mount a phoenix and ascend to immortality, yet laments the elusive nature of such divine encounters.
"Song of the Immortals in Painting" describes the mystical experience of wielding the brush: just as the poet begins painting a screen, his brush slips, and a drop of ink transforms into a fly that cannot be brushed away. Wang Xianzhi (a Jin dynasty calligrapher), inspired, takes up the brush—his strokes as free as flight. Pine-soot ink brings reclining oxen to life, vivid and breathing. Xiao Ben masters the essence of painting cranes, his mind encompassing heaven and earth. The plain silk becomes the sky, the white cranes poised to take wing. Zhang Sengyao (a Southern Dynasties painter), drunk, paints rocks with strokes that could split mountains, his tigers lifelike. Gu Kaizhi’s (a Jin dynasty painter) orchids, stored in a jade casket, fill the room with fragrance when opened. Through the wondrous realm of painting, the poem alludes to the transcendent spiritual pursuit of Daoist cultivators.
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Yuchan depicts the arduous journey and inner realizations of Daoist practitioners wandering in search of the Dao.
The first half employs allusions to historical painters as metaphors for spiritual cultivation. Wu Daozi's vivid depictions of apes, Ji Cheng's imposing tigers, Ye Gong's authentic dragons, and Han Gan's spirited horses all illustrate how true artistry (implicitly representing Daoist practice) demands wholehearted devotion. Practitioners must concentrate their Shen (spirit) and cultivate internal energy to reach the state where "ten kinds of demons cannot invade." When the mundane world becomes unbearable, one may "ride the white crane upon celestial winds" to pursue higher realms.
The latter section's "Wandering Song" narrates in first-person the authentic experiences of leaving home to seek the Dao: departing with three hundred coins at one's waist, pawning clothes along the way, enduring exposure to wind and dew. By Zhangcheng, all funds were exhausted; in Xinghua Commandery (modern Putian, Fujian), the practitioner weathered storms until lice infested his robes. At his most desperate, he endured over ten days of starvation before reaching Luoyuan's Xingfu Temple (an ancient Fujian monastery), where he resolved to fully renounce worldly identity for spiritual practice. The poignant line "Speaking of such bitter trials, how can one's nose not sour with tears?" authentically conveys the isolation and hardship of the path.
This passage reveals the true state of Daoist "cloud-wandering" (traveling to seek the Dao), balancing pursuit of artistic perfection with unflinching confrontation of material difficulties, ultimately pointing toward the practitioner's decisive "casting off the body" (renouncing worldly identity) in devotion to the Way.
This passage depicts the arduous spiritual journey of an itinerant Daoist monk. Beginning as a temple laborer, he departed after just half a month, flying like crimson clouds toward Zhiti Peak to cultivate the Dao. The scorching stones burned his bare feet, and the mountains offered neither breeze nor cool water—yet he endured the dog days of summer through sheer determination.
In wilderness solitude, he knew the loneliness of phoenix trees in night rain and solitary weeping at dusk. Without rain hat or straw cloak, he huddled beneath thatched eaves awaiting dawn, even refused shelter by villagers. Memories of former wealth contrasted with his present beggarly state, where none showed compassion. From Fujian he wandered to Longhu Mountain (sacred Daoist site) to pay respects at Shangqing Temple's abbot, only to be scorned for his rags—just as Daoists on Wuyi Mountain had once berated him.
For years he roamed ten thousand miles—Jiangxi, Hunan, Sichuan, Minyue—until friends laughed at his seeming madness. Yet he remained unresentful, accepting life and death as destiny's decree. Through unimaginable hardships—corpse-strewn battlefields during Huaixi rebellions, flesh-cracking cold in Wulin's blizzards, ghostly wails in storm-lashed ancient temples, frosty nights alone on mossy stones—his heart stayed luminous.
Then destiny struck: on the clear Mid-Autumn night of Guiyou year, this self-styled "Chen Niwan" (literally "Mud Pill Chen"), the indolent monk sitting beneath pine shadows, suddenly awakened to Dao's ultimate truth. The name "Niwan" refers to the crown-point Dantian (energy center) in Daoist physiology, symbolizing his spiritual attainment.
This passage presents Bai Yuchan (a renowned Daoist master of the Southern Song Dynasty) recounting in first-person narrative the arduous journey of his wandering cultivation. Using the refrain "I remember," he strings together seven vignettes that reveal the true circumstances of a cultivator's life.
The opening section discusses essential cultivation principles: genuine practice isn't about superficial techniques. Even when one masters the secrets of longevity, true refinement occurs amidst the white clouds of remote mountains. The practice of neidan (internal alchemy) isn't inherently difficult—it can be pursued whether secluded in forested peaks or moving through bustling markets. The author composed this "Wandering Song" precisely because he feared people might misunderstand the true meaning of itinerant cultivation.
Seven recollections follow, each beginning with "I remember," chronicling hardships encountered on the path: being caught in night rain at Dongting Lake with no shelter, shivering bone-deep in thin robes during Hangzhou's winter snows, walking barefoot on scorching stone roads through Jiangdong's summer heat, chanting scriptures (using the Daoist "Pacing the Void" recitation style) alone beneath pine trees on autumn nights at Qingcheng Mountain, having sweet dreams shattered by crows along the Xiao-Xiang rivers, witnessing fields strewn with famine victims during Huaixi's wartime chaos, and drawing fulu (talismans) to exorcise plague demons in villages while having no place to rest.
He further describes conducting salvation rites beside ancient tombs, being mocked and driven away in city streets, being denied lodging at temples due to tattered clothing, and ultimately sharing quarters with beggars in charitable shelters. The account culminates with reflections on years spent sleeping in wilderness and meditating alone in abandoned shrines, lamenting how hunger and cold persisted despite his devotion—until his master Chen Niwan (the Venerable Emerald Void) awakened him with a single transformative phrase that solidified his commitment.
These experiences demonstrate how cultivators must endure not only nature's trials but also society's scorn, persisting in practice through extreme adversity. The concluding mention of his master's guidance illustrates that while self-reliance is essential, the illumination of a true teacher remains indispensable.
In just a brief moment of cultivation, one may feel the marrow turning cold and the spirit (Shen) congealing—this is when a crimson pearl (referring to the condensed vital essence in Neidan practice) forms within the body. This is the true path of the Golden Elixir (Jindan), compared to which ten thousand volumes of scripture seem superfluous. Among the countless seekers of the Dao in this world, how few comprehend this eternal truth?
The genuine method of the Dao is actually quite simple, with no need for mystification. To call it difficult is like an eighty-year-old man gnawing on an iron plate; to call it easy is like the crisp cleaving of a freshly sharpened bamboo blade. For years I've wandered, disheveled and barefoot—this guise is simply to avoid recognition.
Joy! Pure joy! I've cast off all restraints, singing freely as I return to my original nature. Like the fiery bite of ginger and pepper—this is true exhilaration. Sometimes mad, sometimes mischievous, for within the human body lies the natural union of Yin and Yang (referring to the meeting of Kan and Li in Neidan practice)—speak of this to ordinary folk and they'd laugh till their teeth fall out.
True happiness lies in this: uprooting the shadowless tree of afflictions, discovering that a man's body can truly gestate life (referring to elixir formation), where mother and child share one vibrant body. The shattering realization of emptiness—through countless cycles of birth and death, only this great dying brings true living. Cast aside old conventions, for the supreme Dao is ultimately simple.
Lately I've gradually discerned the path—forty-nine days of practice (referring to the fire phases in alchemical circulation) remain as they ever were. Like a dragon guarding its pearl or a hen brooding her eggs, like a winter cicada drinking dew or an old mussel cradling the moon. A carefree wanderer between heaven and earth, my laughter echoes through the cosmos.
One patched robe through four seasons, one alms bowl filled by a thousand homes. Acting mad in the countryside, playing foolish in bustling streets. Sometimes walking, sometimes sitting with my "wife and children" (symbolizing internal Yin-Yang), freedom in restraint is itself enlightenment. Cup after cup of wine, song after song, three meals a day followed by deep slumber. Only by releasing all attachments comes true liberation—playing the fool often reveals deepest wisdom.
The world understands not the mystery of somersaults (referring to cultivation methods), like eating salt when hungry only to thirst more. By chance I wandered to Mount Lu, standing among red knotweed and white duckweed. From the Heavenly Music Pavilion I gaze afar—yellow cranes not yet returned in the cold spring rain. How lamentable that so few in this world will cultivate the Golden Elixir path.
This scripture elucidates the essential techniques of Daoist Neidan (internal alchemy) practice. The cultivator must first forget physical form and concentrate on nurturing Qi (vital energy), which forms the foundation for the Golden Fluid Returning Elixir (an advanced stage of internal alchemy). Only by maintaining a state of no-mind when encountering external phenomena can one attain the "Great Return" realm. Through the process of forgetting form to transform Qi, and transforming Qi into Shen (spirit), the practitioner penetrates the Three Passes (key acupoints: Weilu, Jiaji, and Yuzhen) within the human body.
The text employs rich symbolism to describe the alchemical process: the Crimson Palace (heart) resembles a crescent moon furnace ablaze with fire, while the Spirit Terrace (head) becomes the silent Great Mystic Altar. Cinnabar symbolizes the blood of the crimson phoenix, and mercury represents the liver of the black tortoise—both serving as medicinal ingredients for alchemy. The Golden Lead and Wooden Mercury (symbolizing Yin and Yang energies) circulate within the body, ultimately converging at the Muddy Pellet Palace (upper Dantian).
When the Jing (essence), Qi, and Shen disperse, they manifest as the activities of eyes, ears, nose, and tongue; when gathered, they ensure smooth circulation through meridians and vessels. Each of the five viscera and six bowels possesses its own divine consciousness, yet ultimately all ten thousand spirits return to the One Spirit (original spirit). This original spirit is the Primordial Essence, the quintessence of prenatal and postnatal energies. Sages gather these as medicinal ingredients—when concentrated they take form, when scattered they vanish.
Practice should resemble the River Chariot (internal energy circulation) moving ceaselessly day and night, synchronized with the transformations of heaven and earth. Every person possesses an innate speck of Golden Essence; one must harmonize equal measures (eight ounces each) of Golden Essence and Wooden Fluid (Yin and Yang energies). Using metaphors like the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions, balanced fire and water, and the transformations of civil and martial hexagrams, the text illustrates the need to maintain Yin-Yang equilibrium in cultivation.
The practitioner must align with seasonal transitions, just as heaven and earth alternate between cold and heat. Within a single day, the True Qi travels eighty-four thousand li, mirroring the celestial rotation of the Big Dipper's handle. To transcend physical limitations, one must refine the Water Root Silver (kidney essence). When the Yellow Matron (true intention) appears, she facilitates the union of the Golden Elder (lead, symbolizing original essence) and the Charming Maiden (mercury, symbolizing original spirit).
The Azure Dragon and White Tiger (liver and lung energies) encircle the Golden Cauldron (Dantian), where Yellow Sprouts (elixir seeds) emerge at midnight. Upon reaching certain attainment, one witnesses flying white snow (true Qi) at the Nine-Bend Riverhead (Conception Vessel) and purple clouds (original spirit) rising from Kunlun Mountain's summit (head). Silently guarding the Jade Furnace (lower Dantian), the sacred embryo forms through gentle nurturing of the conjugal union.
Extinguish the Three Corpses' fire (three destructive desires) with Divine Water (saliva), and sever the Six Thieves (sensory desires) with the Sword of Wisdom. From emptiness emerges the Knife-Square Measure (minute elixir), just as dung beetles emerge from manure pellets. Once attaining the Dao, one preserves it eternally—the elixir may coalesce in mere moments.
When cultivation reaches the stage where the Four Elements (physical body) become empty and luminous, the original spirit naturally ascends to the Great Clarity Realm. Yet understanding merely the interaction of mercury and lead without mastering fire phases remains futile. The key lies in controlling the celestial cycle's firing times—only after ten months of gestational refinement (cultivation cycle) can perfection be achieved. Though the elixir seed may form, without continued firing to consolidate it, dissipation remains possible.
Practice demands attentiveness to the timing of movement, stillness, preservation, and dissolution, mastering the essentials of Bathing (regulating fire phases) and Adding/Subtracting (breath modulation). Through nine cycles of uninterrupted firing, the medicinal ingredients (essence, Qi, and spirit) mature into the Embryonic Immortal. A single Lesser Celestial Cycle completes within one "hour" and eight "quarter-hours" (two hours), with twelve double-hours corresponding to an annual cycle. Beginning from the first stirring of Yang for conjugal union, the work must continue until six Yang lines achieve pure Qian (the zenith of Yang), enabling the spirit to move freely between realms.
This scripture elucidates the essential principles of Daoist Neidan (internal alchemy) practice and the practitioner's experiential insights. Using natural phenomena as metaphors, it describes the patterns of Qi (vital energy) circulation within the human body, emphasizing that the original Shen (spirit, or primordial consciousness) is inherently indestructible. The key lies in cultivating "yellow sprout lead" (a Neidan term referring to primordial Qi). The practice methods include concentrating Qi to achieve softness, harmonizing the Five Phases (Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water), and refining Jing (essence), Qi, and Shen—ultimately leading to rejuvenation, disease prevention, and longevity.
The author shares personal experiences of the arduous cultivation path, recounting how a Daoist surnamed Chen on Mount Lu transmitted alchemical methods to him. The verse "the heart as furnace, the body as field" illustrates that genuine practice requires self-cultivation and direct realization. The text traces the Dao's transmission lineage from Zhang Wuzhen to Bai Yuchan (the author himself), concluding with aspirations for future practitioners.
The latter section portrays the liberated lifestyle of adepts through unconventional language—their seemingly mad behavior actually reflects the transcendent state of realization. Lines like "though my robe is torn, I mend it again" reveal that true cultivation lies not in external possessions but in uncovering one's inner "treasure of immortality" (primordial Qi). The entire text embodies the Daoist philosophy of "the Dao follows naturalness," emphasizing how internal refinement leads to unity with the eternal vitality of heaven and earth.
This poem from Qiong Guan Bai Zhenren Ji (Collected Works of Immortal Bai of the Jade Flute) reveals the unique realm of Daoist neidan (internal alchemy) practice and a liberated outlook on life. The verses employ numerous neidan terms to depict the cultivation process: "snow in the jade pool" refers to oral secretions, "fire in the cinnabar" represents the true fire in the dantian (energy center), "black dragon's liver" symbolizes kidney jing (essence), and "azure dragon's brain" signifies the hun soul in the liver. Through harmonizing yin-yang within the body (matching lead and mercury, uniting the golden elder and crimson maiden), the practitioner gestates the inner elixir (infant) in the dantian (muddy pellet palace), ultimately breaking through the three barriers (spirit, qi, and heart gates).
The poem subverts conventional values: it mocks Yan Hui's short life as not truly premature death, while considering Peng Zu's longevity not genuinely old age. It elevates neidan practice (wine of central yellow, verses of inner landscape) above external forms (stringless zither), advocating liberation from the six thieves (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind) and three corpse worms (malevolent spirits within the body). The imagery of "one crimson pellet" symbolizes the perfected inner elixir, embodying the harmonious yin-yang union like the legendary Immortal Ding and the old woman.
The latter section critiques cultivation misconceptions: ridiculing those blindly seeking the golden elixir while ignorant of the true medicine within themselves, and satirizing how Zhang Boduan's (Zhang Pingshu) Wuzhen Pian (Awakening to Reality) has been misinterpreted by later generations. Ultimately, it proposes the enlightened attitude of "eating worldly meals as circumstances allow"—whether dwelling in mountain forests or mingling in marketplaces (clouds filling thousand peaks, I remain in the marketplace), true practice transcends form. The conclusion outright denies the existence of celestial realms (disbelieving immortals, the Great Canopy Heaven), scoffing at tales of Penglai paradise, embodying the Daoist cultivator's wisdom of "harmonizing radiance with the dust"—true transcendence lies within ordinary life.
This passage comprises poetic writings by the Song Dynasty Daoist master Bai Yuchan (known as the True Man Bai), primarily discussing Neidan (internal alchemy) practice and the path to immortality. The poem begins by satirizing those who mechanically pursue the "Sevenfold Reverted Elixir" (a Neidan technique) without grasping its essence, pointing out how a wingless physical body could possibly ascend, and how human lifespan—barely a century—could achieve longevity. Master Cuixu (a revered Daoist adept) reveals to him that the true essence within the human body isn't ordinary Jing (essence), Qi (vital energy), or Shen (spirit), but rather their primordial counterparts: Jing is the "divine saliva from the Jade Emperor's mouth" (primordial essence), Qi is the "mist of the Great Simplicity" (primordial energy), and Shen stands equal to "Yuanshi" (Yuanshi Tianzun, the supreme Daoist deity).
The author recounts receiving genuine transmission on the Mid-Autumn night of the Kaixi era's first year (1205), kneeling before burning incense. After days of practice, he perceived heaven, earth, sun and moon becoming pliant, ultimately realizing the truth of emptiness—understanding how immortals like Zhongli Quan and Lü Dongbin could penetrate celestial mysteries. He reflects on his youthful devotion to Daoist cultivation that enabled him to transcend worldly ties, foreseeing his eventual freedom like a crane soaring through clouds.
The "Song of Contentment" section admonishes immortality seekers: these arts aren't withheld arbitrarily, but require karmic affinity across lifetimes. Celestial secrets aren't easily grasped by all—Daoist learning demands unwavering commitment. Those with unvirtuous hearts resemble thorny brambles; even nascent goodness may twist into demonic paths. With clouded minds and wicked deeds, encountering immortals would prove futile.
The core message emphasizes that Neidan cultivation requires primordial foundation and purity of heart, criticizing those seeking quick transcendence. True practice lies in returning to the origin—realizing primordial Jing-Qi-Shen through fundamental self-cultivation.
This passage is a collection of writings by Bai Yuchan (the Jade Toad Master), fifth patriarch of the southern lineage of Daoism, containing two sections: cultivation insights and refined tea appreciation.
In the cultivation section, the Jade Toad Master conveys several key ideas: Ordinary people often suffer from calculating gains and losses, when they should actually relinquish attachments. Throughout history, those who truly attained the Dao maintained clarity in their spiritual center (lingtai). The path of cultivation is inherently challenging—the key lies in abiding by one's fundamental nature and following the natural order ("leaving prosperity and adversity to the vast heavens"). He humorously describes himself as a mountain recluse ("Jade Toad was always a mountain forest dweller"), lamenting how difficult it is to find genuine Dao companions, and concludes it's better to keep wandering in straw sandals. Finally, he mentions meeting destined individuals (those "worthy of being guided") like Zhongli Quan and Lü Dongbin did in awakening others; otherwise, he would retreat alone into the depths of white clouds.
The "Song of Tea" vividly depicts the entire tea-making process: picking tea in early spring ("gathering leaves veiled in morning mist"), steaming and pounding the leaves ("steamed then pounded thousands of times"), shaping them into moon-round cakes ("kneaded into three hundred moon disks"), to the careful brewing ("fresh spring water boiled with lively flames"). It particularly describes the transformation of bubbles during boiling ("crab-eye bubbles gone, fish-eye bubbles rising") and the pine-wind sound of boiling water. When drinking, the infusion resembles floating snow-white froth, leaving one feeling breezes under the arms and pores opening ("a breeze stirs both armpits, all pores clearing"), even washing away worldly worries ("emptying the withered belly of all concerns").
The conclusion cites historical tea connoisseurs: Lu Tong composing "Seven Bowls of Tea" after receiving Meng Jianyi's gift, Liu Yuxi awakened by Bai Juyi's tea, Lu Yu authoring the Classic of Tea, Fan Zhongyan's tea devotion, Su Dongpo's tea mastery, and Master Zhaozhou's Zen tea practice. Through these allusions, it reveals the profound connection between Chinese tea culture and literati cultivation.
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qionguan contains three sections discussing cultivation, enlightenment, and rain prayers respectively:
The cultivation section details Neidan (internal alchemy) practices. Practitioners must first regulate the saliva in their mouths (referred to as "divine water of the jeweled pool"), then nurture primordial Qi in the Dantian (energy center) - with "golden elder" symbolizing the original spirit (Yuanshen) and "charming maiden" representing vital essence (Yuanjing). Following the cosmic rhythms (where "heavenly furnace and earthly cauldron" represent the body's Yin-Yang dynamics), one refines essence and Qi into the golden elixir (metaphorically called "yellow sprouts and white snow"). Consuming this elixir cures illnesses and grants lightness like swallows in flight. The passage concludes whimsically, wondering if celestial beings might enjoy such transcendent tea.
The Song of the Great Dao employs vivid metaphors to convey life's brevity and cultivation's essence. Sun and moon race like golden crows and jade rabbits across the sky, the vast world appears but a grain of millet, and human life flashes by like lightning. It critiques those seeking immortality without studying alchemical classics - either indulging in empty talk or pretending ignorance. True cultivation requires purifying desires ("serene emptiness and cool detachment"), concentrating Qi and spirit to forge the golden elixir. The text emphasizes subduing sensory thieves (the "six bandits" of desire) and eliminating the "three corpse demons" of destructive tendencies, ultimately attaining the state of pure Yang (the "nines of Zhou" symbolizing Yang perfection).
The Rain Prayer Song depicts earthly drought: heaven and earth seem deaf and blind, mountains and rivers languish, plants wither. Meanwhile, celestial beings enjoy carefree lives. The poet vows to descend on crane-back, rousing the slumbering dragon, wielding an axe to cleave the scorching Yang energy (the drought's heat) beneath the constellation Kuixing (one of the twenty-eight lunar mansions), bringing life-giving rain to the mortal realm.
This passage describes the "Wood Lord Rain Invocation Spell" (Mulan Qiyu Zhou) in Daoist rainmaking rituals, along with its annotations. It primarily explains the ceremonial process of summoning thunder deities to induce rainfall.
The opening depicts the formidable power of the Thunder Department deities: using iron chains to escort malevolent spirits to Fengdu (the Daoist underworld), while commanding the Thunder God and Lightning Mother to stir winds and rain between heaven and earth. It mentions the "Fire Elder General" (a Thunder Department deity) manifesting divine power, transforming sacred water from celestial golden vases into rain threads that weave across the sky like a loom, bringing coolness to dispel summer heat.
The annotation section elaborates on the symbolic meanings of directional orientations in the rain invocation:
The northwest (Hai position) represents the Celestial Gate, where jade ponds and paradisiacal realms of Qionghua Yaohui exist—the dwelling place of thunder deities. The Supreme Nine Heavens Covenant Authority Perfected Being (a high-ranking thunder deity) commands Zhu Qingtong (styled Qingtong), the Eastern Thunder God, to execute rainfall duties.
When thunder deities manifest their power, they distribute rain from the north (Kan position) to the east (Zhen position), as the northeast houses the Thunder Ministry. The thunder deities swiftly descend upon thunder chariots and rain steeds. The text specifies that the "Wood Lord" (Mulan) serves as the primary deity of the Three Mountains in the Left Palace of the Great One's (Taiyi) residence, responsible for rainfall, while "Haoling Weng" is the deity governing water forces.
Thunder deities wield thunder hammers and axes to cleave mountain rocks, unclogging dried-up springs. The annotations further explain the Five Phases' generative and restrictive cycles: western Metal restricts eastern Wood, eastern Wood generates southern Fire, southern Fire generates central Earth, and Earth restricts Water. All directional thunder deities convene at the Central Palace of the Dipper Pivot (the Big Dipper constellation) to jointly execute rainfall missions.
This scripture describes a thunder ritual jointly performed by a host of deities. Several key divine figures are mentioned: Haoling Weng (the Controller of Waters) oversees the ceremony, while the Thunder God rides his fierce steed across the four directions, and flames soar in the central palace. The Water God Xuanming and Rain God Yuguang join forces to drive back the Fire God Zhurong (Huilu).
The sacred mountain lords of Eastern Peak Taihua and Western Peak White Tiger ascend together into the clouds. Black banners (symbolizing storm clouds) flutter across the heavens, veiling the scorching sun as the rain builds. Beneath the Southern Star Lord Yinghuo, the deity Ebo shakes Mount Kunlun, unleashing the waters of the Heavenly River. Simultaneously, Water God Xuanming, Wave God Fanhai, and River God Youling combine their powers to summon rain, assisted by Fengyi (the Six Heavens' Wave Sovereign) who calls forth the winds.
From the Penglai Immortal Realm, the Controller of Waters and the Water Master of the Weak River coordinate their efforts. The Thunder Ministry dispatches fire-dragon chariots and fire-hawk cavalry to first dispel the scorching calamity. The Thunder General Marshal Deng (Xuhuo Lüling), with his crimson hair, silver teeth, winged back, and fiery eyes, commands the Thunder Duke and Lightning Mother to unleash peals of thunder, directing the Five Dragon Kings of the seas.
The four seas instantly darken with storm clouds—a single thunderclap transforms scorching heat into cooling gloom. Rain descends like charging cavalry, sending floodwaters surging forth. Finally, golden light (symbolizing Yang energy) merges with aqueous essence (symbolizing Yin energy), completing this rain ritual that harmonizes Yin-Yang. Through this collaborative divine spectacle, the text manifests the Daoist thunder method's cosmological principle of "using water to subdue fire" in maintaining universal balance.
This scripture describes the divine pantheon and ritual procedures of Daoist Thunder Magic (a ceremonial practice invoking thunder deities to perform supernatural feats), specifically for rainmaking and drought relief.
The thunder deity of the southwest, "Golden Light Flowing Essence" (Jinguang Liujing), has a human head and divine body, wielding a flaming sword to sever drought-causing miasmas (known as "dry rainbows"). In the northeast, the thunder deity "Cavernous Yang's Hidden Numen" (Dongyang Youling) possesses a human head and fish body, tasked with summoning thunder masters Fenglong. The southeastern thunder deity "Jade Thunder's Vast Master" (Yulei Haoshi), with a human head and tortoise body, can darken the skies over Kongtong City, the abode of the Thunder Ministry. The northwestern deity "Supreme Empyrean's Grand Radiance" (Xuhuang Taihua), bearing a human head and serpent body, specializes in eradicating drought-bringing creatures known as "chong."
The wind deity "Multitudes of Beams, Mysterious Yellow" (Qunliang Xuanhuang) charges at the vanguard of the thunder formations. By praying to dragon pools, one can command flood dragons (shen) to unleash celestial might. Marshal Deng (Fierce Fire's Swift Decree, Huo Lüling) soars through the clouds, lashing drought demons (ba) and pestilential serpents.
The text names several Thunder Ministry deities: "Goulou Jili" is the codename for the fire dragon, while "Dengseng Zeyi" represents the fire formation marshal—both obey the Five Thunder Commands. "Weaver Maid's Four Songs" (Zhinü Sige) refers to the Thunder Ministry's Great Immortal of Lightning, devoted to beseeching rain for the people. Together, these deities assist the ritual master in alleviating drought. According to Daoist records, successfully relieving drought once accumulates hidden virtue (yinde), elevating one's immortal rank.
Finally, the scripture mentions talismanic methods passed down by Celestial Master Ye Fashan: casting the "Red Rooster and Purple Goose Talisman" (Chiji Zi'e Fu) into a water urn in the southeast, accompanied by incantations, summons wind and rain. The entire ritual aims to subdue drought's tyranny and bind the malevolent spirits responsible.
This passage depicts the celestial realm and cultivation scenes of Mount Wuyi. It begins with two deities—the Purple Void Primordial Sovereign (a Daoist goddess) and the Great Marshal of Fire Bells (Lord Yanbo)—executing celestial decrees by escorting a drought-causing evil dragon to the Northern Yin Prison for judgment.
The poetic section reveals the wonders of this immortal mountain: hailed as the foremost sacred peak under heaven, its streams conceal true immortals' grotto-heavens, while the Great King Peak and Heavenly Pillar Peak stand in majestic opposition. During Mid-Autumn Festival, the Jade Emperor hosts banquets here with rainbow bridges and aurora canopies. Those seeking immortal traces must pole boats upstream and climb with staffs, as if growing feathered wings.
Every landscape breathes transcendence: the Dragon Cave piercing heaven, twin cranes dancing on cliffs, jade caskets preserving immortal remains, and the Moon-Soaked Guanyin Rock. The Jade Maiden Peak's winds weep like the Xiang River goddess, while celestial libraries echo with recitations. Alchemical furnaces and tea stoves send dawn smoke curling. Mid-slope preserves traces of immortals boating the Milky Way, with stone-carved chessboards and fishing platforms.
Mythical creatures abound: roaring tigers, golden roosts nesting phoenixes, lion-shaped boulders, and petrified immortal goats transforming into verdant grass. The Great and Lesser Hidden Cliffs harbor spiritual marvels, while the Dragon Pool's depths remain unfathomable. The Thread of Sky crevice connects to the Nine Heavens, and the Wind Cave exhales piercing chills. Here, literati find poetic inspiration, and the towering Granary Rock makes one forget hunger and thirst.
The conclusion recounts cultivation lore: orchids and osmanthus flourish far from worldly dust as celestial roosters crow from clouds. Tea Grotto's waterfalls cascade, and hidden beyond Peach Blossom Spring lie unexpected paths. Some recluses dwell at Great Hermit Screen (a Wuyi landmark), emulating Confucius' joy in poverty while attaining the Golden Elixir (Jindan) through heart-mind cultivation. Since Lord Wuyi (the mountain's chief deity), thirteen immortals have achieved transcendence—some through liberation-from-corpse (shijie), others by ascension—following the path of masters like the Two Immortals Wu and Li.
This passage describes the realm and essential methods of cultivating the Golden Elixir (Jindan) path. The author uses a luminous pearl as a metaphor for the Golden Elixir, illustrating its radiant brilliance capable of illuminating the three thousand great chiliocosms, embodying both the meditative concentration of Avalokiteshvara and the perfect enlightenment of Shakyamuni Buddha. This pearl is also called the Ninefold Reverted Elixir (Jiuzhuan Dahuan Dan), the divine medicine of immortality.
At every stage of cultivation, practitioners encounter the wondrous realms of the Avatamsaka Sutra, with Maitreya's jeweled pavilions appearing everywhere. All things merge into seamless unity, where waterfowl and forest groves reveal expansive emptiness. Cultivators must realize all phenomena are inherently empty by nature, avoiding attachment to superficial appearances. This pearl is of inestimable value—it cannot be grasped through clever intellect but must be realized in profound stillness. Many search externally for the pearl, unaware of that primordial crucial point (referring to the key to cultivation).
The "Song of Ten Thousand Laws Returning to One" expounds the profound mystery of the Golden Elixir medicine—a single point of cinnabar essence glowing red through inner and outer being. When true mercury (original spirit, Yuanshen) and true lead (original essence, Yuanjing) are obtained, one subdues the white tiger (emotional desires) and captures the azure dragon (delusive thoughts). Through the mediation of the yellow matron (true intention, Zhenyi) and the gentle breath at the xun position (respiration), after nine cycles of refinement and ten lunar months of perfect gestation (Jindan completion), purple clouds emerge from the jade furnace.
Practitioners must retreat to mountain forests, sustaining themselves on pine needles and spring water while enduring hunger and cold. Through day and night breath regulation and energy refinement, they come to understand the true difficulty of entering the Dao. Those obsessed with yin-yang harvesting techniques or mistaking yellow clay for gold remain deluded and unawakened. The great Dao fundamentally transcends yin-yang distinctions—vain efforts that exhaust the body and damage the spirit will never attain genuine accomplishment.
This passage criticizes the erroneous cultivation methods of certain practitioners who focus solely on superficial techniques. These cultivators busy themselves all day with mechanical practices like teeth-tapping, saliva-swallowing, and breath-holding, mistakenly treating the mouth and nose as the crucial apertures (where "mysterious female" refers to key energy points in cultivation), emptily boasting about their bodies being filled with "golden essence" (Jing). Like oxen turning a millstone, they go through the motions but merely spin an empty grind—all form without substance.
Some blindly practice breath retention like drawing cakes to satisfy hunger; others chase after shadow-like illusions; still others, with turbid Qi churning in their bellies, deludedly hope to refine spiritual elixirs (where "cinnabar" represents alchemical medicines). True cultivation requires penetrating one's fundamental nature and aligning with ultimate truth (where "true suchness" denotes the supreme reality shared by Buddhist and Daoist traditions)—it cannot be achieved by merely chanting about "no-mind" to reach emptiness.
Those scholars studying the Book of Changes fail to comprehend how the Supreme Ultimate (Taiji) returns to the Limitless (Wuji, the Daoist primordial source). Some seek to follow their innate nature but remain as weak as spring grass. The "Religion of Light" (possibly referring to Manichaeism) specializes in subduing demons, but what use are seven daily Buddhist devotions? Without understanding the true meaning of luminous purity, they only exhaust themselves, growing pale and haggard.
The cultivators of Hu's Yang Mountain (possibly a specific school) speak emptily of nine-cycle golden elixirs (where "nine returns" refers to alchemical processes). Some grasp golden rings while practicing the "three vehicles" (possibly representing essence, Qi, and spirit), but who among them truly ascends to the golden heavens (celestial realms)? Others observe vegetarian fasts seeking the four Buddhist fruits, casting iron talismans by the Nine-bend River—yet burning all the frankincense in the world won't make them buddhas.
The text enumerates various heterodox methods: "opening the crown and retracting the turtle" (a cultivation technique), visualizing the Dantian (energy center), refining the five sprouts (Qi of the Five Phases), exhaling the old and inhaling the new, chanting scriptures while worshipping the Dipper, swallowing talismans and reciting incantations—none of these lead to true realization. Those practicing the Eight Brocades massage or Six Healing Sounds, hoping to "return essence to replenish the brain," might as well wait to drink the Buddhist "clarified butter" (metaphor for supreme wisdom).
Ultimately, these people—blind yet claiming to see light, deaf yet imagining sounds—prattle about celestial cycles and trigram calculations while failing to recognize the true dragon and tiger (symbolizing authentic yin-yang energies within). Genuine cultivators understand the upward path; they don't mistake saliva for pearls or nasal mucus for jade chopsticks. Those who idly discuss "preserving the three and guarding the one" (cultivation methods) may spend nine years refining elixirs yet forget their innate treasures, ending up as mere shadowy ghosts. No amount of wolfberries, Solomon's seal, or medicinal beans and apricots (common Daoist longevity herbs) can make them terrestrial immortals—their fate remains charred flesh and rotten skin. All their purification rituals (Zhaijiao) and ceremonial proclamations prove utterly futile.
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qiong primarily elucidates the mysteries and realms of Daoist Neidan (internal alchemy) cultivation, presented through both poetry and lyrical verses.
The poetic section describes the Neidan practice process: Though adepts may be versed in Fulu (talismanic water rituals) for exorcism and healing, they ultimately seek inner refinement. Through arcane techniques like "thunder seals within sleeves" to subdue mountain spirits or willow-branch invisibility arts, the practitioner cultivates both external and internal mastery. Crucially, it reveals that "true mind" transcends physical boundaries—the Golden Elixir (Jindan), refined from the lower Dantian (primordial valley), ascends to the crown (muddy pellet palace) via the "seven returns and nine revolutions" (alchemical cycles). Vivid metaphors like "iron oxen roaring" and "wooden steeds galloping" depict the dynamic flow of Jing (essence) and Qi within the body, culminating in states where "tortoise and snake unite in both hands" (harmonizing Yin-Yang) and "jade rabbit transforms into golden crow" (merging lead and mercury). The verses culminate in the wondrous achievement of the Golden Elixir, envisioning the adept’s ascension to the Shangqing (Highest Clarity) heavens.
Two lyrical compositions depict Mount Wuyi and a snowscape respectively:
River All Red – Ode to Wuyi reminisces about the mountain during a Qin-dynasty mid-autumn—the Nine Bends Stream lies tranquil, thirty-six peaks emerald, waters crystalline. When osmanthus blooms perfume the woods, an immortal who perfected the Golden Elixir receives the Jade Emperor’s decree, undergoing bodily transcendence. At midnight, moonlight bright as day heralds the Emperor’s banquet, where he smiles upon mortal vicissitudes.
Charm of a Maiden Singer – Ode to Snow portrays the Moon Palace (Guanghan Palace) scattering snowflakes like willow catkins, turning all towers into jade carvings. Howling winds at midnight deepen the snowscape’s serene stillness. Both lyrics use nature’s imagery to allegorize alchemical states, embodying the Daoist ideal of cosmic harmony.
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qionguan contains several lyric poems expressing insights into spiritual cultivation, vividly portraying the life and mental state of practitioners.
The first poem depicts a winter scene: the distant city of Yan twinkles with countless lights, yet the Penglai paradise remains elusive. Sending a young disciple to check if the plum blossoms have bloomed, the practitioner dares not lift the curtain, while newly molded clay lions are glimpsed by passersby. The riverside fisherman's straw cloak is heavy, sand gulls are silent, bamboo is broken and pines stiff—a desolate sight. For clear skies, one must wait for the snow to melt.
The second poem, Shuidiao Getou: Ode to Tea, describes the joy of tea-picking: after the spring rain and thunder in the second month, tender tea buds eagerly unfurl. Plucking the delicate tips (called "sparrow tongues"), they are crushed with dew and pressed into cakes. Brewed with fresh spring water and lively flames, sipped from rabbit-fur-glazed cups, the taste lingers. This tea refreshes the spirit (contrasting with the "Qingzhou Attendant," a metaphor for fine wine), dispels drowsiness, and leaves one light as if floating on wind—nearly immortal.
Three selections from a series of ten Shuidiao Getou poems:
The first reveals the secret of Golden Elixir (Jindan) cultivation: using the "Golden Liquid Returned Elixir" method (a Neidan technique), true Qi is nurtured in emptiness. The key lies in guiding the "divine water" (saliva) into the "Jade Pool" (mouth), gathering the true Qi of heaven and earth (symbolized by lead and mercury for Yin-Yang), where they naturally fuse in moments to form the Golden Elixir. After ten months of celestial cycles (Neidan refinement), the "Jade Cauldron" (Dantian) yields spiritual medicine. The workings of heaven and earth are but transformations of Yin-Yang (Kan and Li), like a pearl hidden in a clam, silently aligned with cosmic principles. Yet its profundity defies words.
The second sketches the image of a cultivator: having endured hardships to attain true methods, they sit barefoot and disheveled in the streets, practicing Wuwei (non-action). Without raincloak or hat, they endure wind and rain, hunger like the Avici hell (Buddhism's deepest suffering). Unwashed, seeming foolish, yet their "home" (the body) brims with unseen gold (the Golden Elixir). At times ashamed, at times jesting, they will one day ascend like a white crane on clouds.
The third laments the trials of seeking the Dao: the path is fraught with suffering, crossing countless mountains in search. Battered by storms and snow, starving with none to ask—where is the Mysterious Pass (the key to cultivation)? Yet blessed with oral teachings to refine the Golden Elixir, they practice quietly in alleys, hearts full of joy. Though outwardly unkempt, they are truly denizens of the Great Luo Heaven (the highest celestial realm).
The selected passages from The Anthology of Master Bai Yuchan elucidate the attitudes and essential methods for Daoist cultivation.
The fourth passage depicts an aged practitioner in his nineties who retains a youthful countenance. Though he has yet to receive the celestial summons for ascension, he peacefully enjoys a life of leisure and freedom. This wandering Daoist meets fellow cultivators by chance, their gatherings and partings as natural as drifting clouds and flowing water. He roams leisurely through the mountains and rivers of Fujian and Zhejiang, strolling with his staff in carefree contentment. The Supreme Venerable Sovereign (Laozi, the highest deity in Daoism) embraces all things, so practitioners need only maintain a mind free of worry. Let go of disputes, fame, and profit; remain clear and aware without excessive attachment. Whoever one encounters, treat them with equanimity—share a simple meal and avoid the trivial anxieties of worldly people.
The fifth passage criticizes those who fret day and night before finding an enlightened master, only to grow lax and neglectful after receiving oral instructions. They squander their time, failing to treasure their Jing (essence) and Qi (vital energy). Better to turn back and refine themselves, gathering medicinal herbs and forging the Golden Elixir (Jindan, a term from internal alchemy referring to the refined essence of cultivation). Most people in the world know the path but fail to walk it—they speak of cultivation while lacking true intent, indulging only in empty theories from alchemical scriptures. The gates of hell stand open; one must hasten to cultivate virtue.
The sixth passage satirizes worldly people drowning in desire, entangled by karmic creditors yet unaware of their bondage. They do not seek liberation, willingly living in shackles, their hundred-year lifespan consumed by sorrow. Having obtained this rare human form (Daoism regards human birth as precious), one must seize the moment to cultivate. Time flies, and death arrives in an instant. Fleeting pleasures cannot escape impermanence—better to break free from the prison of worldly life and refine the Golden Elixir (Neidan terminology, the purified essence attained through internal alchemy) to attain eternal freedom.
The seventh passage points to a simple method of practice: no need to deliberately seek masters or techniques. Merely eat when hungry, sleep when tired—no forced refinement of Jing into Qi or rigid meditation is required. Simply maintain a pure heart, free of thought and worry all day, and one becomes a living immortal. Neither feigning foolishness nor resorting to cunning or madness, eat and drink in accordance with fate. Let all things unfold naturally, see through the flavors of the mundane world—what harm is there in cultivating this way for millennia?
The eighth passage describes the lifestyle of a pure cultivator: a cloth-wrapped head, paper-lined robe, a single gourd and bamboo hat—utterly carefree. They live in accordance with [the text breaks off, likely meaning "accordance with fate"]. Practitioners preserve inner clarity, unburdened by worldly affairs, leading a simple and unconstrained existence.
The poems from the Collected Works of White Jade Master Qiong Guan reveal essential techniques of Daoist Neidan (internal alchemy) practice, using poetic language to depict key visions and states encountered during cultivation.
The first poem speaks of how practitioners must transcend worldly concerns, becoming as free as the clear breeze and bright moon. Over two or three years, one may traverse a hundred provinces, witnessing the shifting clouds and flowing waters, the passage of time—yet the cultivator has already risen above the changes of heat and cold, undisturbed by worldly affairs. When asked about the secret of the Golden Elixir (Jindan), it is likened to "a stone maiden riding a golden ox" (a metaphor for the ineffable mystery of alchemical practice).
The second poem clarifies that cultivation does not require deliberate pursuit of external phenomena like "divine water" or "jade pond." The true "medicine" (essential elements for practice) lies within oneself. Using "the ox of Kun and the horse of Qian" (symbolizing Yin and Yang) to represent "the dragon of Li and the tiger of Kan" (the harmonization of fire and water), there is no need for doubt. Authentic lead and mercury (Jing, Qi, and Shen) do not require forced refinement—they naturally allow the "Golden Lord and Crimson Maiden" (the two energies of Yin and Yang) to unite, forming the embryonic breath (the nascent state of internal elixir formation).
The third poem describes how cultivation appears leisurely yet conceals profound subtleties. At the moment of "the first stirring of Yang" (the opportune time for practice), the fire of alchemy is kindled, gathering the celestial soul and earthly spirit (consciousness), preventing the dragon and tiger (essence and energy) from scattering. Through the revolutions of the River Chariot (the microcosmic orbit), the golden essence and wood liquid (Yin and Yang energies) pass through the Three Gates (coccyx, spinal ridge, and jade pillow), ultimately coalescing into the Purple Golden Elixir (the perfected internal elixir), enabling transcendence beyond the mundane.
The Qinyuanchun poem further elaborates: The Dantian (earthen cauldron) is gently nurtured, the breath (bellows) stirring like spring thunder. The pathways of energy rising and descending through the Three Fields (upper, middle, and lower Dantian) lead to the Spiritual Terrace (the abode of the original spirit). The true dragon and true tiger (Yin and Yang energies) naturally harmonize, forming the true embryo (internal elixir). Thirty days mark one cycle; ninety days complete the foundation. Through the transformations of Qi, the physical form is refined. The Four Symbols and Five Phases (Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water) gather and condense, purifying distracting thoughts until the spirit ultimately returns to the Muddy Pellet (upper Dantian), attaining immortality.
These poems employ numerous Neidan terms and metaphors, conveying that cultivation requires harmonizing one's own Yin and Yang, circulating the energies through the microcosmic orbit to coalesce the internal elixir, and ultimately transcending the ordinary. Though the practice appears serene, it follows precise principles—yet the key lies in natural harmony, without seeking externally.
White clouds drift across the heavens while yellow sprouts (symbolizing nascent yang energy) emerge on earth. The entwined turtle and snake (Xuanwu constellation) dance as the crow (sun) and hare (moon) leap joyously—since ancient times, the yin and yang energies of heaven and earth have intermingled thus.
After nine cycles of alchemical refinement, the "Great Return Elixir" (Golden Elixir) is finally achieved. Though the spiritual elixir is complete, ascension to the celestial realm has not yet come; for now, it remains within the mortal world for further cultivation.
(To Hu Baoyuan) Becoming an immortal is truly not difficult—the crux of alchemy lies in seizing the right moment. When thunder shakes the earth, it signals the birth of yang energy: the jade furnace blazes while the golden cauldron exhales cool mist. The maiden (mercury) rides the dragon, the golden lord (lead) mounts the tiger, and in an instant, the Great Return Elixir crystallizes. From the dantian (energy center), a white crow (pure yang energy) soars straight to the Niwan Palace (upper dantian). The River Chariot (vital breath) circulates past Mount Kunlun (the crown of the head), effortlessly traversing critical passes. Now the turtle, snake, crow, and hare—all symbols—are subdued as yin and yang unite in an instant, their spiritual light condensing into the elixir. White snow (mercury) fills the sky, yellow sprouts (lead) blanket the earth—ingesting this elixir grants eternal youth. With continued nurturing, the body sheds its mortal shell, becoming light as a swallow soaring to the clouds.
(Full Court Fragrance · Cultivation) The alchemical cauldron mirrors heaven and earth; its medicine requires the essence of crow and hare (sun and moon qi). This is the moment to refine the Golden Elixir. The tiger roars within water (true yang within lead), the dragon coils within fire (true yin within mercury), complemented by lead from the Dui palace and mercury from the Zhen palace—ascending from the lower dantian to the Niwan Palace. These essentials of practice lie in the union of Kan (water) and Li (fire), the cycles of Fu and Gou, reversing age to restore youth. The Five Phases complete, the Four Symbols harmonize—maintain the fire without lapse. Where the Northern Dipper's Tian Gang points, fine jade emerges from Kunlun. Without exertion, clouds and rain merge (yin and yang harmonize), swiftly opening the Three Passes (coccyx, spine, and jade pillow). In the Yellow Court Palace, yang energy returns—the Golden Elixir is forged in moments.
Two kinds of mercury and lead (yin and yang energies) blend naturally under the guidance of the Yellow Matron (true intention). The true dragon and tiger (water and fire) meet, compressing a year's creative work into an instant. Within the warm furnace, the Mysterious Pearl (Golden Elixir) gestates as vital breath circulates through the three dantian. Where metal and wood intersect, the Crimson River (pure yang energy) forms; white blood (pure yin) flows freely. In emptiness, the signs of embryonic breathing appear—turtle, snake, crow, and hare (the Four Symbols) faintly intertwine. When Kan and Li unite, Fu and Gou merge, one awakens to the wondrous realm of true emptiness. All things bask in the spring wind—transcending yin and yang, the natural companions of Dao, a single spark of spiritual light accomplishes the Great Way.
(Toasting the River Moon · Winter Solstice for Hu Taixian) Observing the Northern Dipper's celestial rotation, I suddenly grasp the immortal's cultivation secret. A spark of true yang is born in the Kan position (kidneys), replenishing the deficiency in the Li palace (heart). The marvel of creation lies in soundless silence—fire born from water (true yang in the kidneys), its mystery hidden in the Xuangui point (dantian). This winter solstice, plum blossoms still bloom defiantly in the snow. Ancient sages secluded themselves on this day, severing worldly ties to contemplate the vitality of all things in gestation.
These poems from the Collected Works of Bai Yuchan reveal the transcendent sentiments and immortal visions of a Daoist practitioner.
The first poem, Shuidiaogetou, is an exchange with fellow Daoist "Lazy Elder." The poet recalls their celestial wanderings together in the Heavenly Palace (Xu Huang's abode) before being banished to the mortal realm. Now reunited in the Jinhua Grotto-Heaven, the friend's demeanor is transcendent, dragon-like. After sharing wine and conversation, they must part again. The poet laments the brevity of their meeting, worrying that immortal traces in Mount Wuyi may fade, yet vows to ultimately follow his companion on the path of cultivation.
The second poem reflects on life through early autumn imagery. As the west wind rises and autumn rains patter on wutong leaves, the poet observes a fisherman lost in his joy, while cold mist and maple trees cloak the river—a silent sigh at time's swift passage. Though the mirror still reflects his face, the swallow's nest lies empty. The poem concludes with an iron flute awakening a dragon from the depths, symbolizing the cultivator rousing his true nature.
The third poem recounts the author's spiritual journey. This extraordinary man once harbored grand ambitions, yet found no success in literature or martial arts. Only after shaving his head (donning monastic robes) to study Buddhism and Daoism did he suddenly awaken to truth. After twenty years adrift, he resolves to return to his old retreat in Mount Wuyi, living simply—boiling rice and drinking from springs—while pointing laughingly to the Eastern Sea's immortal realms as his final destination.
The final celebratory verse portrays the celestial demeanor of Stone Abbey's steward (a Daoist temple official). This elder cultivator boasts dark hair and a childlike face, his cap and adornments immaculate as an immortal's, capable of drunken wanderings in the Peach Blossom Spring. The poem depicts his carefree image—playing music, feasting—until receiving the Jade Emperor's summons to ascend astride a crane. "Red elixir grains in the precious cauldron" signify successful alchemy, while "mulberry fields turning to sea" metaphorize longevity beyond mortal time.
"Red All Over the River - Ode to White Lotus"
Last night, the Moon Palace fairy (Chang'e), drunk with celestial wine, wandered through the grotto-heavens and blessed lands. On her return to the heavenly court, she carelessly dropped her jade hairpin. The water god secretly picked it up and brought it to his crystal palace. By dawn, when he lifted it to the surface, the hairpin had transformed into a pond of fragrant white lotuses. These blossoms, moist with dew, exude an elegant purity—white as jade, cool as ice and snow. Even the Jade Emperor’s rear garden might lack such treasures. One can only compose verses in admiration, making it impossible to pluck them lightly. Compared to the rustic plum blossoms or the gaunt winter plum, these white lotuses stand peerless in their grace.
"Ruan Lang Returns - Impromptu on a Boat"
A thin mist veils the desolate wilderness like gauze, while the setting sun hangs slanting over the parasol trees. On the sandbar, two or three wild geese call to one another, and reeds rustle in the wind. From somewhere comes the lonely sound of a flute—a fisherman casts his line by the shore. The swift boat rides the wind all night to Tonglu (modern-day Tonglu County, Zhejiang), and upon docking, the first question is: "Is there any freshly brewed fine wine?"
"Sheep on the Hill Slope" (Three Poems)
First
Sitting in stillness like cooled incense ashes, one enters the realm of serenity, seizing the pivotal moment of Yin-Yang’s interplay. It is like deploying troops to break the enemy’s formation: the "Golden City Bandits" (symbolizing scattered thoughts) send "Meteor Horses" (restless mental agitation) to attack. One must divide the left and right armies (symbolizing Yin and Yang Qi) to strategize. Deploy the Celestial Soul Formation according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams (Daoist cultivation diagrams), capture the "Golden Essence" (primordial Qi), and deliver it into the "Yellow Court Cauldron" (another name for the Dantian). Only after such cultivation and confrontation can one glimpse the true self. A real hero does not rely on brute force—peace in the heart naturally brings peace to the world.
Second
In no time, Yin and Yang converge, as if an ancient cauldron (symbolizing the Dantian) issues its command. Set up the Dragon-Capturing Formation according to the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams, locking down the "Golden Crow" (essence of the sun). The left and right armies (symbolizing Water and Fire Qi) contend for the transformations of Heaven and Earth. After three cycles and nine revolutions (Zhou Tian circulation), they clash at the Kun position in the southwest (the Dantian’s location). Upon victory, the "River Chariot" (Qi circulation) never ceases. Day and night, practice diligently—focus like grinding an iron rod into a needle.
Third
Sitting alone in the wuwei stillness, breathing unbroken and continuous, I seek to reunite the "Primordial Parents" (Yin and Yang Qi). The "Blue-Robed Gentleman" (Wood Qi) lingers at the horizon, while the "White-Robed Lady" (Metal Qi) hides deep beneath the sea. The "Infant and Maiden" (symbols of Kan and Li) each guard their own domain. Only through the "Yellow Matron" (the mediating True Intention) can they be brought together, finally reunited under the same sky. After admiring the "Moonlight" (Yin essence) and turning to the "Northern Dipper" (Yang Qi), one truly grasps the profound mystery of the Golden Elixir (Neidan) path.
"Perfect Enlightenment: The Golden Elixir and the Supreme Ultimate"
How many truly understand this wondrous transformation? Heterodox paths remain blind to the true way. Some chase after the exotic arts of the "Three Peaks and Nine Cauldrons" (Waidan), while others practice fasting and seated meditation—but what can such abstention and stillness achieve? They merely squander a precious human life. (Implied: Neidan cultivation is the genuine path.)
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qionguan reveals the reclusive sentiments and life reflections of a Daoist practitioner.
The first passage discusses the path of cultivation: Following the Dao depends on one's affinity—since blessings vary, one should not force what isn't meant to be. It is essential to comprehend the principles of Yin-Yang and avoid reckless practice, let alone be misled by the ignorant.
The following verses depict mountain scenery: Peach blossoms bloom by emerald streams as one wanders the hills on a bamboo sedan. White stones are covered in moss, and cold winds whistle through deep ravines. Turning a valley corner, one suddenly spots white cherry blossoms, stirring poetic and wine-induced fervor. Mist drifts through the mountains, where rare plants and birds appear nameless. As rain approaches, the journey hastens back—such scenes resemble an immortal's realm.
Brush-Rack Mountain portrays three verdant peaks piercing the clouds, their misty slopes echoing with the cries of gibbons and cranes. Resembling a scholar's brush holder, it is hailed as Jiangnan's finest vista. Here, immortals like Wang Guo and Fuqiubo once lingered, but now their alchemical furnaces have cooled. Only tranquil springs and dense pines and bamboos remain, evoking lament over life's fleeting brevity.
Spring in Qin Garden, Sent to Helin expresses the resolve to retire: Though the courtyard lies untended, pines and chrysanthemums endure—why not return? No longer bending for meager pay nor stumbling drunk into folly, past errors are clear as a light boat forges ahead. Children laugh at home while one idly watches clouds gather and disperse. By the window, reading; in the fields, laboring. Pouring wine alone, composing verse or plucking the zither—content with heaven's decree.
Finally, For Hu Baoyuan urges seizing the moment for practice: Years slip away, life squandered in vain. Now, at winter solstice, the solitary Yang returns (a crucial time for Daoist cultivation)—it is precisely the season to refine body and spirit.
Interpretation of The Anthology of Master Bai of Qiongguan:
Section One: On Neidan (Internal Alchemy) Cultivation
There is no need for hesitation or doubt in cultivation—the human body itself is the ready-made alchemical furnace and cauldron (symbolizing the convergence of Jing, Qi, and Shen during practice). When lead and mercury (representing the Yin and Yang energies within the body) harmonize, the sacred embryo (a Neidan term for the nascent spiritual form) can form in an instant. Within the body lies a universe of three thousand realms (a metaphor for the body’s intricate subtlety) and twelve celestial towers (referring to key energy gates). The transformations of an entire year unfold within these mysterious points—truly wondrous! Cultivation begins by mastering the sun and moon (Yin-Yang), then gathering the stars (the body’s vital energies), refining them in the Yellow Court (the middle Dantian) into a Golden Elixir as pure as jade. Who can fathom such celestial secrets? Once revealed, they become as clear as plum blossoms in the snow by the river. After the Elixir is perfected, accumulating virtuous deeds will pave the way back to the immortal isles of Penglai.
Section Two: Reflections on Wandering
Before the Yellow Crane Tower, the master (perhaps the author or another adept) chanted poetry with a clear voice, his sword-energy soaring. By day, he roamed the Southern Peak; by night, he reveled in the eastern neighborhood. He cooked mountains and rivers for sustenance, held the world within his heart—only the bright moon and gentle breeze understood his true meaning. Laughing, he brewed white wine and scattered gold without regret. Kindred spirits arrive of their own accord—no need to force fate, lest one shatters the gourd or snaps the zither strings. Singing of white duckweed and red knotweed, he watched the sunset over Mount Lu, yellow leaves in the west wind, and the deep autumn of the Wei River. Thrice he visited Yueyang, wandered the Penpu shores, and wandered freely to this day. Though the path to the Peach Blossom Spring is distant, frequent visits are no hindrance—ascend together to the immortal realm.
Section Three: Emotions Expressed Through Flowers
The white jasmine on the branches grows sparse; autumn seeps through the twelve winding railings. The jasmine withers, leaving only orchids and chrysanthemums braving the frost. In the season of plump crabs and fragrant oranges, melancholy lingers. Tell me, how did Song Yu (a Warring States poet known for lamenting autumn) face such desolate winds and moonlight? Survival is hardship enough—let alone the hermit’s heart, gazing until his eyes ache. No bluebird (messenger) arrives, no colorful phoenix appears; mist veils the emerald peaks of the Three Mountains. Though the azure heavens offer a path, returning is beyond reach—how helpless, this vast water and endless sky, lacking wings. Fiddling with lotus blossoms, listening to wild geese, he fears an immortal scripture (alchemical text) might suddenly arrive. Even amid worldly riches, year after year, his heart lingers in the curling incense smoke (symbolizing his unshaken dedication to the Dao).
Section Four: Wandering Sorrows
The waning moon casts distant light; frost heralds the deep autumn of the mountains. At dawn in a lone village, the crack of a horsewhip, the clatter of returning hooves, and the cries of birds in disordered woods. A wine banner flutters faintly; idly strolling, he raises a cup and mocks himself: all these years, a tattered hat and worn fur coat, accustomed to faint mist and wild grass. How many traveler’s sorrows and stranded thoughts—anchored in rain, dining on wind, adrift between water and clouds. West of the window, sparse bamboo against a whitewashed wall—a fine view. Though his return nears, his dreaming soul remains helpless, undisturbed by the chill of thin silk robes. He only fears no one will understand this heart of his.
(Note: Terms like qionggui (a type of jade) and qinglian (blue curtains) are preserved as-is, with explanations in parentheses where necessary. The language aims for clarity and flow.)
The poems in The Anthology of White Jade Master Qiong Guan reveal a transcendent state of mind where adepts detach from worldly affairs to commune with mountains and rivers.
The first poem depicts a cultivator's indifference toward mundane matters. Watching the sunset and returning crows, drifting blossoms and willow catkins, the poet reflects on having travers all lakes and mountains under heaven—no attachments remain in this life. Even the blooming crabapple or paired mandarin ducks no longer stir the heart. Lamenting spring's brevity before countless verdant peaks, the poet longs only for reclusion. Purple swallows and golden orioles, too, dread spring's passing as years slip by amidst slanting winds and drizzling rain. One must "lock the heart-monkey and mind-horse" (metaphors for restless thoughts) and "regulate the sun and moon's course" (referring to alchemical practice). Past and present flow eastward like rivers—such sentiments defy description.
The second poem expresses parting sorrow. Facing tomorrow's distant journey, the poet recalls moonlit nights at Magu Mountain and Qiyun Pavilion, and the deep bond with two immortal companions (likely fellow Daoists). These years of wandering like duckweed and drifting catkins saw frequent visits despite thirty miles apart. Yet the Golden Elixir (Neidan) remains unfulfilled, the immortal path stretches far—how this stirs melancholy.
The third poem portrays serene cultivation. Idling through carefree days in quiet practice, three cups of mild wine and a bowl of strong tea suffice to expand one's world. Leaning on a cane by streams, climbing in wooden clogs, days pass according to destiny. Returning home, the poet pillows on a bent arm, sleeping in robes. A thatched hut with bramble gate, coarse hemp garments—none rival such ease. Drunk, one sings and dances; foolish simplicity marks these days. Emerald streams and azure peaks, clear breeze and bright moon compose an earthly paradise. In winter, nestling by the fire brings warmth.
The final poem reflects on an autumn night. The desolate moon, flickering clouds, and thickening autumn air. Dew soaks robes, the autumn breeze stirs white hair—deep night has fallen. Recalling past dreams and illusions, retreating amidst mist and haze seems preferable. Though robes are worn, Xiao Man (perhaps a servant or attendant) still mends them. Chanting verses over wine, laughing heartily—how rare such kindred spirits are today. Enjoying wind and moon by lotus pavilions and bamboo towers—how many such gatherings remain in this life? Remember: meetings and partings are transient; only the heart's troubles are real.
"Collected Works of White Immortal Bai Yuchan" Modern Interpretation:
Gazing beyond the mundane world from lofty heights, drunk with ecstasy I dance within the tower, releasing unrestrained laughter before its gates. Sitting still, I watch mountain mists disperse around me as falling petals swirl and birdsong suddenly startles the stars in the ninth heaven. Two white cranes ride the wind to arrive, their cries echoing through ancient pine boughs amid the crisp night breeze and dew. Facing such sublime beauty, how can one refrain from drinking? Memories surface of three modest scenes from my former abode on Penglai's immortal isle - its jade towers and twin gate towers perpetually wreathed in fragrant blossoms.
The iron flute sounds through the night, the golden sword hums like a dragon, yet I lament the celestial path to Yingzhou remains too distant. Countless springs I've witnessed jade trees wither; leaning idly against vermilion railings, I recall yesterday's dreams, sighing over rivers and mountains no one understands. Only the thousand-mile moonlight remains pure as ever.
"Libation to the River Moon · Spring Day":
Peach blossoms south of the stream have all fallen, while north of the stream spring winds and rains persist. Cold Food and Qingming festivals have passed, a single cuckoo's cry stirs melancholy. Drunk, I ride a lean donkey across fragrant meadows, filling my parrot-shaped cup with fine wine. Awakening from immortal-wandering dreams, I know not where I am. Why does the blue messenger bird tarry so? A year's spring scenery vanishes in a finger-snap. Dwelling beyond white clouds and flowing waters, I hear endless orioles and swallows. Seizing inspiration for poetry, brewing tea to dispel wine's effects, I watch sunset glow linger on rose thickets. As jade flute notes fade, countless startled crows take chaotic flight.
"Hastened Beats Along Flower-Filled Roads · Harmonizing with Chunyang's Rhyme":
Men praise Li Bai's literary brilliance, admire Pan An's handsome features, yet they've become legends of antiquity. Better to awaken suddenly and plant immortal seeds in one's heart. Alas, all human affairs resemble bubbles and wind-blown lamps - who truly wishes to become a soaring immortal? Cease longing for fine steeds and ornate carriages; joy follows nature's course. Even the hardiest pines and cypresses eventually wither - what remains unchanging? Who can clearly distinguish easy from difficult? Beyond azure clouds I sound a piercing whistle, laughing at myself without regret.
"Song of Divination · Three Poems Harmonizing with Dongpo at Jingtai Mountain":
I: Clouds scatter, rain clears, cicadas accentuate the forest's stillness. Ancient temple gates close at dusk drumbeats, lamplight casts crystalline shadows. The Great Dao's vital breath (Qi) endures eternally; last night's dream recurs unexpectedly. Leaning alone on railings, one long whistle makes my hair stand with sudden chill.
II: An ancient temple leans against empty mountains, twilight bell tones linger in the tower. Starved mice steal oil, staining their tails, silence reigns without human trace. The long sword hums spontaneously in its scabbard, stirring thoughts across ages. Tonight I ponder advance and retreat alone in this tower, hearing only desolate wind and rain.
III: Fishermen's fires dot the seashore, mist envelops silent peaks. Sitting solitary in the monk's chamber through endless night, a lonely lamp illuminates my shadow.
The poem "Butterflies in Love with Flowers" depicts late spring scenery: lush green leaves gradually thicken while red blossoms grow sparse, marking spring's imminent departure. Swallows flit about carrying mud in their beaks, uncertain where to build their nests. Willow catkins seek to settle, yet the wind refuses to cease. Amid the cuckoo's cries, emerald mountain ranges stretch endlessly. The wandering scholar in plain white robe and blue gown, rootless and adrift, finds solace wherever he goes, channeling his emotions into forests and mountain springs. Having entrusted his life's aspirations to the Dao, he lets the river's breeze and moon govern his existence.
"Spring in Qin Garden - Farewell to Minister Wang Returning to Three Mountains" is a parting verse: Minister Wang's literary brilliance shines like brocade, his reputation luminous as flawless jade. As he prepares to return to Three Mountains (a sacred Daoist site), his courtly prestige had risen so high it seemed to displace the stars. His governance nourished the people like timely rain reviving all things. Know this: his benevolent policies warmed common hearts, while his integrity made corrupt officials tremble. Though soon to be recalled to court for higher office, he shows no attachment to power. Possessing both statesmanship and poetic grace, this journey to Three Mountains shall crown his achievements, ensuring glorious return to imperial service.
Another "Spring in Qin Garden" expresses heroic resolve: A true man's liver and gallbladder should be pure as ice and snow, his aspirations vast as mountains and rivers. Life passes swift as a white steed glimpsed through a crack; fame and gain weigh lighter than goose down. The gates of power run fathomless—how can they compare to celestial heights? Recall those times I rode clouds and mists, roaming the heavens countless times. This life seeks no illustrious rank—I'd rather plant three hundred plum trees myself. When did I ever covet courtly splendor? When did I grasp at military authority? Though the Jade Emperor knows my talent, his summons comes too late. Better to crane-cry over marshlands, dancing briefly in the wind while singing to the moon.
"In Praise of Master Lü" reminisces about eremitic life: Autumn deepens in Wei River, spring ages in Yi River, yet Dongting Lake remains unchanged. Does the ancient tree south of the city still stand? Has Luoyang's mad recluse (the hermit) returned? Alone I climb Jun Mountain's peak, watching eight hundred miles of surging waves. Never have I missed fine hours by the tea stove or the transcendent joy found in wine. This lifetime shall pass paying homage to Master Zhong of Zhongnan Mountain. Since inscribing poems at Taiping Temple and drunken revelry at East Grove's Shen Estate, celestial banquets multiply while earthly gatherings dwindle. No more seeking mandarin fish delicacies at Mount Lu. Lend me your yellow crane instead—bear me to Qingdu (the immortal realm).
The unfinished poem "Water Dragon Chant" (from its content) appears to express reclusive sentiments.
Amidst the misty clouds after the rain, the peaks emerge as the southern breeze carries a hint of spring. This celestial grotto (a Daoist term for an immortal’s abode) remains unsealed, and the beauty of spring still graces the mortal world. Once, a celestial maiden (Jade Maiden) lingered here, her ornate zither playing intricate melodies while phoenix pipes (a type of reed instrument) echoed with clear, transcendent tones. The divine music of the Nine Heavens seemed to whisper: since the days of parted fragrance (alluding to the romance between immortals and mortals), after Liu Lang (the legendary Liu Chen who encountered immortals on Mount Tiantai) departed, who else could share this intoxicating spring breeze?
Gazing back, the twilight stretches endlessly for miles, with falling petals drifting like tears. Sentiment ages too easily—where now is the azure luan (a mythical bird that delivers messages for the Queen Mother of the West), the bearer of letters? Poems are written but remain unsent. The stars shift, the constellation Shen (one of the Twenty-Eight Mansions) tilts, and beyond the curtains, flower shadows sway as a murmuring stream flows by. Longingly, I watch the vanishing flight of the immortal ducks (legendary birds ridden by immortals), the dream of wandering clouds now broken, leaving only three verdant peaks standing timelessly.
Returning to the herb-gathering path: the misty clouds bar the empty mountains like a futile screen, while the mournful cries of cold apes pierce the emerald pines. Where are the divine lingzhi mushrooms? The saplings have aged, their time wasted, wearing down wooden clogs in vain. Surely, within the grotto, phoenix pipes and brocade zithers still resound, their celestial harmonies ever-present. Yet lamentably, the moss-covered path is now lost, the stone gate’s messages severed, and none inquire of the past by the stream. Turning back, boundless dusk-smoke lingers, with only falling petals like tears. Sentiment ages too soon—where is the azure luan now? Poems are finished but cannot be sent. I long to ask the maiden adorned with jade cicadas and golden phoenix pins—for whom does she now display her charm? Remembering the regret of parted fragrance, after Liu Lang left, only the empty stream flows on.
"Zhu Yingtai Jin" (Close to the Butterfly Lovers’ Melody):
The moonlight is soft as cream, the sky like jade, as I face my solitary shadow with a long sigh. The old dream of the Twelve Towers (legendary abodes of immortals) is sought in the dark of night. Pitiful how the dew soaks my sleeves, the cold wind stirs my hair, leaving me sleepless till dawn. The night stretches long—I cradle the incense burner, turning over a piece of ambergris. The plum blossoms stand coldly indifferent, the courtyard icy-clear, yet from where comes the cry of a crane? Soon the candle dims, smoke rises beyond the wutong window, and moss creeps over the steps. The morning bell tolls, and suddenly, my heart awakens.
"Ju Hua Xin" (Chrysanthemum’s Freshness):
The vast sky is chilled by wind and dew, the endless night not yet over, the cold moon like water. Beyond the seas and mountains, five-colored auspicious clouds scatter their brilliance, while three immortal peaks gather emerald hues. A white crane crosses the heavens—how ethereal! Within the palaces of the immortals, pipes and songs resound, surrounded by silken splendor. How laughable that toiling mortals cling to hibiscus hedges like tiny sparrows. Among them, azure luans sing gracefully, crimson cranes dance lightly, and powdered immortals raise fragrant cups in unison. The Celestial Sovereign (a Daoist immortal) hosts a feast of tortoiseshell, inviting the Grand Matriarch (a goddess), stirring silent sorrow in my heart. Now, my face is covered in worldly dust, shedding futile tears in the evening wind.
The Twelve Towers leave only traces of the past. I recall the sight of qihua flowers (celestial blossoms) like snow—forgotten, then longed for, waiting day and night in foolish yearning, known only to Heaven. Reflecting, I realize my mistake in abandoning the jade steps and golden rails (stairs of immortal palaces). Beyond the window, wutong leaves tremble, while autumn insects hum softly in the grass.
This passage depicts a Daoist cultivator's yearning for the immortal realms contrasted with the bitterness of earthly existence. The first section describes drunken melancholy upon hearing autumn geese's mournful cries, gazing at the cold sky while lamenting the absence of purple cloud ladders (symbolizing paths to immortality) — with no news from celestial palaces, only futile tears remain.
The third segment mentions confiding one's sorrows to a precious duck-shaped incense burner, reminiscing about how the thinnest veil separates mortal life from immortal realms. Though imagining the refined existence in the highest heavens, where morning geese form calligraphic patterns across the sky, one can only sigh silently in the wind. Karmic debts seem exhausted yet persist — who knows when liberation may come? Daily tears soak through robes.
The fourth section declares oneself a child of the Jade Emperor, destined to wield the writing brush, yet fallen to the dusty world. Such circumstances are truly rare — how could one ride clouds and command Qi (ascend to immortality) here? Even immortal garments couldn't conceal aging, unless retreating to mist-shrouded depths beneath green pines.
The fifth part describes Penglai's immortal mountain lying eighty-four thousand miles distant, beyond endless waters where neither birds nor boats reach. One considers sending letters via celestial cranes while dwelling in a thatched hut by emerald mushrooms and white waterfalls, idly chanting poetry to wind and moon. When will the embryonic immortal (Neidan cultivation achievement) be perfected? Only awaiting heavenly scriptures delivered by phoenixes.
The sixth section paints a long cold night with hazy moonlight, frost-touched lotuses, and whispering bamboo-maple groves. Restless in bed, the spirit wanders immortal realms — recalling celestial banquets with jade nectar, cloud-seed rice (immortal food), and wondering how qilin meat might taste.
The seventh passage describes moments of profound melancholy — leaning drunkenly on railings, biting fingers in reverie. Since golden fish and jade geese (celestial messengers) departed without word, the heart constantly yearns for the Heavenly Emperor. Watching rosy clouds reflected on water, desolate fragrant grass, sunset-dappled trees and mist, falling blossoms and orioles' songs — past events flow like water. When will the heavenly court be regained?
[Section eight's original text unavailable for interpretation]
This poem depicts the reflections of a recluse through the changing seasons. It opens with him listening to raindrops on banana leaves by a snow-framed window, his hair graying with the passage of time, when he suddenly realizes life is but a dream. Before him, autumn deepens at Western Hills and Southern Shores (Western Hills referring to the southern mountains, Southern Shores to the waterside), where reed catkins dance as gulls skim pine branches. The cool breeze stirs poetic inspiration, his thoughts drifting toward fishing villages and tangerine groves.
The second stanza shifts to a more impassioned tone. Facing the vast expanse of water and sky, he plays his jade dragon flute, its notes piercing the cold clouds. He questions Heaven why it does not honor carefree wandering, declaring his crane-like nature will soar beyond the heavens even in death. Reflecting on past and present, he writes of withered leaves and cold cicadas, adding to his melancholy.
The second poem begins with lake and mountain scenery, lamenting how the rise and fall of dynasties over millennia pass like fleeting clouds. He disdains wealth and luxury ("sable furs and golden pendants" symbolizing opulent attire, "song-filled feasts and tripod cauldrons" representing extravagance), yearning instead for the sword of Xu Xun (Immortal Lord Jingyang) who slew flood dragons. Comparing himself to the drunken poet Liu Ling, he prefers being wild clouds and free cranes, startling stars with his moonlit whistles in the clear breeze.
The third poem paints pastoral scenes from spring's departure to summer's arrival: cuckoos mourning, butterflies fluttering, plum rains moistening plows, cuckoos urging sowing. The silver toad (moon) reflects on water while clouds stretch across wild fields, cicadas humming in sunset glow. With friends, he gathers bayberries and loquats, pairing crimson cherries with wine before drunkenly reclining among pines and bamboos, dancing under moonlight to celestial harmonies.
The final piece portrays a wanderer adrift on rivers and lakes. At dusk, he listens to springs and ape cries, finding no companions as his dreaming soul ascends to the azure heavens (Biluo) yet gazes tearfully at the mortal world. Through desolate mist, he longs for southern friends, sighing that bluebirds (messengers) never come and cranes vanish, while stones crumble and pines age—emblems of time's cruelty. It concludes with awakening from a Southern Branch dream (alluding to The Governor of Southern Branch), facing northern mountain clouds alone, subtly conveying worldly disillusionment.
This passage depicts the experience and emotional transformation of a Daoist immortal who was banished to the mortal realm.
The opening describes an immortal who once served in the Xu Huang Palace (the highest celestial realm in Daoism) but was demoted to the human world due to a transgression. Riding a white crane and playing an iron flute, he arrived at Luoxing Bay. Though he longed for the beauty of the Twelve Jade Towers and the serenity of the Thirty-Six Heavens, he could no longer return to the Jasper Terrace of the immortals, left only to listen to the cries of apes echoing through mountain caves. He lamented the strict rules of the celestial bureaucracy, recalling the grand spectacle of three thousand fairy maidens singing the "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Robe" melody and the azure phoenixes dancing in the Moon Palace—yet this sorrow remained unspoken, expressed only to the mist-shrouded peaks of Wuyi Mountain.
The fifth paragraph recounts how he offended the Purple-Blue Emperor (a revered Daoist deity) and was exiled to the mortal world. Though he encountered many wondrous experiences among humans, he was met with disdain. No longer yearning for the Penglai Immortal Isles, he instead grew content with the landscapes of Jiangnan, dwelling there for thousands of years. He lived freely and at ease: composing poetry, drinking wine, befriending spirits of wood and stone, spending his days in the company of apes and cranes, and resting at night beneath the starry sky. Wrapped in paper bedding, he dreamed of transforming into a butterfly, drifting in reverie as if returning to the Three Heavens (the Daoist celestial realms of Qingwei Tian, Yu Yu Tian, and Dachi Tian).
The poem Mo Yu’er: Longevity for Lady Li of the Pivot Bureau portrays the life of a female immortal. Riding a flying luan bird and playing a jade flute, she no longer knew where the Penglai paradise lay. The breeze scattered dewdrops from lotus flowers, and upon waking, she found herself displaced, having forgotten the way back. In the mortal realm, she met immortal companions, dwelling in the Pivot Bureau (a high-ranking celestial office) before being abruptly summoned back to the heavens. People fondly remembered the blessings she had bestowed, asking the Queen Mother of the West: How many times have the peaches of immortality bloomed? Who now governs the celestial palaces? They wished her descendants prosperity and that she might dance in colorful robes year after year.
The Moon Over the Jasper Terrace depicts the celestial realm of the moon: the azure sky stretches clear and pure, yet one wonders what the Purple Mansion and Qingdu (Daoist paradises) look like tonight. Beneath the wutong trees, autumn’s mood deepens, evoking memories of past days in the Tiger Hall and Coiling Palace, the divine music of dragon-flutes and phoenix-pipes. The moonlight is cold, the celestial harmonies silent—Penglai seems within reach, yet without wings, it remains inaccessible. In the Moon Palace, fairy maidens finish their Rainbow Skirt dance, and the songs fade from the white jade terrace. Below, mortals envy the lives of immortals, like Dongfang Shuo (Manqian), who thrice stole the peaches of immortality and rode the clouds. The poem ends with a sigh—the old tree south of the city goes unrecognized, a quiet lament for the rarity of kindred spirits in the human world.
The poems from The Anthology of Immortal Bai Qiong depict a Daoist practitioner's contemplations and transcendent sentiments amid mountains and rivers.
The first poem describes the poet gazing from his tower at the swollen streams and mist-shrouded peaks. As dusk falls, he longs to depart yet feels restless; he wishes to sleep but finds no peace. Flowers and grasses sway in the spring breeze among the cliffs, suddenly stirring melancholy. Wisps of mist drift by, while the faint calls of hidden birds mingle with distant temple bells. Why linger here in deep thought? Only because he feels solitary, his mind empty and clear. The drifting gossamer and falling catkins before his eyes defy description. Having wandered rivers and seas, his poetic inspiration and wine-induced joy grow ever freer—yet the sight of a single hill or valley makes him recall the immortal realms of heaven.
Congratulations to the Bridegroom begins: First, drain this cup of wine, then ask—how many in this life can match your wandering spirit? The trees by the Wei River, the clouds over the Yangtze—all bear the sorrow of parting, for human gatherings and separations are ever uncertain. Eight or nine out of ten days pass in wind and rain; beneath the bright moon, he sings while tapping his sword, facing the bleak autumn wind and graying temples. Leaning on the railing of a small tower, he sees the starry sky reflected in the pond. Who knows where he will be this time next year? Before the autumn winds rise, he keeps company with gulls and egrets. A skiff is readied for Songjiang, where perch and water shield will be his companions. At these thoughts, he cannot help but look back again and again.
Snow Once More depicts snowflakes: like raindrops yet tangible, not blossoms yet blown past the curtains. They alight on plum branches and bamboo, as if mermaids (legendary pearl-weeping jiaoren) were whispering. By evening, their glow shimmers, veiling countless mountains in mist. Dancing in the air, they hold the gaze. Swiftly they cling to sleeves, carrying a faint fragrance. Listening closely, they seem silent yet resonant, compelling one to pause and admire—until the sight of tea smoke curling from a monk’s hut. This snowfall resembles the heavenly maiden scattering blossoms, yet without knowledge of Vimalakirti’s tale (the Buddhist layman). Across the three thousand worlds, who can rival these water-shearing snowflakes?
A Twig of Mume Blossoms: For Friend Ziyun reads: A sword leans against the azure sky; flute notes echo through the tower as cloud and crane shadows drift idly. How I long to roam the Isles of Immortals (Yingzhou) hand in hand with you—though my body remains in Jambudvipa (the mortal realm), my cultivation unfolds here. Crimson clouds and emerald trees stir melancholy; the rise and fall of ages is but a laugh. The sun sets westward, the river flows east—what need have I for wealth and honor?
Libation to the River Moon: West Lake paints the autumn scene: ten li of green lotus wafting fragrance, the lake smooth as a mirror. At sunset, clouds part to reveal clear skies, and a bright moon rises—a vista of unmatched serenity.
The Collected Works of Immortal Bai Qiong presents several poems depicting the reclusive life of Daoist practitioners on Mount Luofu (a sacred Daoist mountain) and their reflections on history. The first piece describes boating on an autumn lake, observing shivering crows and dense willow shade, recalling the refined gatherings where figures like Lin Hejing and Su Dongpo once drank and composed poetry. It laments the passing of such elegance, finding solace only in wine and verse—after drunkenness, emulating the wild cursive script of ancient calligrapher Zhang Xu, with plans to visit sacred sites like Cold Spring and Tianzhu in pursuit of the Dao.
"Song of Wandering Incense: Inscribed on Luofu" portrays the mountain’s ascetic scenery: emerald moss carpets the cave like coins purchasing seclusion from the mundane world, mocking peach blossoms swept away by the stream. At night, from the heights of a stone tower, one listens to gibbon cries and contemplates the shifting clouds and moon. The cultivator sleeps on a grass mat with a fist for a pillow, resting beside mountain deer, gazing at fading sunset mists. The poem hints that this cave has existed since the era of Yao and Shun, where Ge Hong (styled Zhichuan) of the Eastern Jin once refined elixirs, and where Daoist temples flourished during the Southern Han.
"Eight-Six Verse" echoes the lyricism of Qin Guan’s poetry, expressing sorrows like uncut fragrant grass while leaning on a high pavilion. Recalling celestial scenes—azure phoenixes in flight, white cranes returning—the poet is startled into remembering his true origin in the jade capital of the immortals. Moonlit blossoms and spring winds whispering through pines cannot dispel the melancholy of bygone days dissolving like flowing water. As sunset clouds drift and drizzles veil the landscape, the cry of a cuckoo deepens the lament.
"Partridge in the Sky" depicts mountain solitude: blossoms glow after rain amid evening mist, willows blur in emptiness. The furnace where Ge Hong once refined the Golden Elixir still stands, while mountain springs flow eternally. The cultivator rests on a rhinoceros-horn pillow, an ivory bed, and a palm-heart mat—tools of transcendence—drinking endlessly yet never intoxicated, timeless in this realm.
The final poem reflects on Luofu’s history: twin pines tower by the mountain, witnesses to the rise and fall of Southern Han’s King Liu. The lotus pond ahead once served as a general’s horse-washing pool; the evening breeze seems to whisper of dynastic changes. Tracing the moss-covered elixir furnace left by the Eastern Jin, one listens intently to tales of Ge Hong’s alchemical pursuits in this sacred space.
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