It’s also known as the Rain Song as there’s a tradition that after a drought it was sung by all the villagers and a plentiful rain followed.
There’s not much for me to say about it. It’s like Buddha holding up a flower. Nothing to do but smile.
Unborn and imperishable
Is the original mind
Earth, water, fire and wind
A temporary lodging for the night
Attached to this
Ephemeral burning house
You yourselves light the fire, kindle the flames
In which you’re consumed
Search back
To the time
When you were born
You can’t remember a thing at all!
Keep your mind as it was
When you came into the world
And instantly this very self
Is a living “thus-come” one
Ideas of
What’s good, what’s bad
All due to
This self of yours
In winter, a bonfire
Spells delight
But when summertime arrives
What a nuisance it becomes!
And the breezes
You loved in summer
Even before autumn’s gone
Already have become a bother
When you’ve got money
You despise the poor
But have you forgotten how it was
Back when you were poor yourself?
The money you amassed in life
Amassed with a demonic heart
You’ll watch with horror and alarm
Seized upon by hungry ghosts
Throwing your whole life away
Sacrificed to the thirst for gold
But when you saw your life was through
All your money was no use
Clinging, craving and the like
I don’t have them on my mind
That’s why nowadays I can say
The whole world is truly mine!
Your longing for the one you love
Is for the present time alone
It only exists by reason of
The past before she’d come along
To recall someone
Means you can’t forget
Not to recall them
That you never had forgot
Thinking back over the past
You find it was an evening’s dream
Realize that, and you’ll see
Everything is just a lie
Those who feel embittered by
Life in this floating world of grief
Anguish themselves, distress their minds
Brooding over empty dreams
Since, after all, this floating world
Is unreal
Instead of holding onto things in
Your mind, go and sing!
Only original mind exists
In the past and in the future too
Instead of holding onto things in
Your mind, let them go!
When you don’t attach to things
The floating world will cease to be
Nothing is left, nothing at all
That’s what “living tathagata” means
Having created
The demon mind yourself
When it torments you mercilessly
You’re to blame and no one else
When you do wrong
Your mind’s the demon
There’s no hell
To be found outside
Abominating hell
Longing for heaven
You make yourself suffer
In a joyful world
You think that good
Means hating what is bad
What’s bad is
The hating mind itself
Good, you say,
Means doing good
Bad indeed
The mind that says so!
Good and bad alike
Roll them both into one ball
Wrap it up in paper and then
Toss it out—forget it all!
Mysteries and miracles—
There are no such things!
But when you fail to understand
The world’s full of weird happenings
This is the phantom
Who deceives
Who makes us take the false world
To be real
Fame, wealth, eating and drinking, sleep and sensual delight—
Once you’ve learned the
Five
Desires
They become
Your guide in life
Notions of what one should do
Never existed from the start
Fighting about what’s right, what’s wrong
That’s the doing of the I
When your study
Of Buddhism is through
You find
You haven’t anything new
Enlightenment and delusion too
Never existed at the start
They’re ideas that you picked up
Things your parents never taught
If you think the mind
That attains enlightenment
Is “mine”
Your thoughts will wrestle, one with the other
These days I’m not bothering about
Getting enlightenment all the time
And the result is that
I wake up in the morning feeling fine!
Praying for salvation in the world to come
Praying for your own selfish ends
Is only piling on more and more
Self-centeredness and arrogance
Nowadays I’m tired of
Praying for salvation too
I just move along at my ease
Letting the breath come and go
Die—then live
Day and night within the world
Once you’ve done this, then you can
Hold the world right in your hand!
It’s the buddhas
I feel sorry for:
With all those ornaments they wear
They must be Dazzled by the glare!
Still too soon for you to be
A buddha in the temple shrine
Make yourself a Deva King
Standing at the gate outside!
If you search for the Pure Land
Bent upon your own reward
You’ll only find yourself despised
By the Buddha after all!
People have no enemies
None at all right from the start
You create them all yourself
Fighting over right and wrong
Clear are the workings of cause and effect
You become deluded, but don’t know
It’s something that you’ve done yourself
That’s what’s called self-centeredness
Grown used to the conditioned world
Grown used to the world of transience
When you become deluded like this
You’re the one who’s losing out!
The mind that’s not conditioned
Is originally unborn
What is conditioned doesn’t exist
That is why there’s no delusion
Though the years may creep ahead
Mind itself can never age
This mind that’s
Always just the same
Wonderful! Marvelous!
When you’ve searched and found at last
The one who never will grow old
—“ I alone!”
The Pure Land
Where one communes at peace
Is here and now, it’s not remote
Millions and millions of leagues away
When someone tosses you a tea bowl
—Catch it!
Catch it nimbly with soft cotton
With the cotton of your skillful mind!
Submitted January 28, 2019 at 12:22AM by Pistaf http://bit.ly/2RQkX4e
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