Your true nature is not lost
in moments of delusion, nor is it gained
at the moment of enlightenment. It was never born
and can never die. It shines through the
whole universe, filling emptiness,
one with emptiness.
It is without time or space,
and has no passions, no people, and no buddhas;
it contains not the smallest hairbreadth of anything
that exists objectively; it depends on nothing
and is attached to nothing.
It is all-pervading,
radiant beauty: absolute reality,
self-existent and uncreated. How then
can you doubt that the buddha has no mouth
to speak with and nothing to teach, or that
the truth is learned without learning,
for who is there to learn? It is a
jewel beyond all price.