The sounds of
streams are Buddha’s speech. The
colored mountains are Buddha’s pure body.
Night brings eighty-four thousand poems
of Buddha. Listen, and someday
you may awaken.
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beyond the world of people
You ask why I stay in the mountains
I smile without speaking, my heart content
Peach blossoms in the stream float into the distance
There’s another realm beyond
the world of people.
far beyond fearing death
Fearful of death,
I walked in the mountains.
By meditating on its uncertain hour,
I conquered the immortal bastion
of the immutable. Now I am
far beyond fearing
death.
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