The morning star
returns night after night;
the snows of the twelfth month
linger from year to year.
Silly: Gautama’s
achieving some “special” state;
looking for a knife in the water by
marks in the ship’s hull.
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in the ocean of dharma
In the ocean
of the holy dharma there is neither
movement nor stillness. The essence of the wave
is like a mirror; when something comes, the reflection
appears. When there is nothing in the mind,
wind and waves are both
forgotten.