Nothing,
nothing at all is born,
dies, the shell says again and
again from the depth of its hollowness.
Its body swept off by tide — so what? It sleeps
in sand, drying in sunlight, bathing in moonlight.
Nothing to do with sea or anything else.
Over and over it vanishes
with the wave.
They say there is
a pure land where everything
is only mind, and that there’s a buddha of light
in your own body. Once that buddha of light appears,
mountains, rivers, earth, grass, trees, and forests
suddenly glow with a great light.
To see this,
you have to look inside
your own heart. Then what should
you be looking out for? When you are looking
for something that is only mind, what kind of special
features would it have? When you are looking for
the buddha of infinite light in your own body,
how would you recognize it?
Inside your own heart.
Trees shine with a great light.
Please
let me remind you,
who study the inconceivable:
Your time is running fast.
Don’t ignore
it.
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In its essence,
the Way is without words.
All this talking and pointing
and carrying on, only signposts.
Gather too many of them
and they’ll weigh you
down. Just be
silent.
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The fun of roaming free
is endless, hard to exhaust. When tired
I sit on a mossy bank, unaware of the cold sun falling
in my love for the cool of the breeze in the pines. Deer descend
to drink of the valley streams; monkeys arrive to pick of
the mountain fruits. What I originally valued were
freedom and quietude; why should
I require that people
know of me?
