Instant Zen? Don't worry, it's a racing snail!
Poem to Universal Enlightenment Bodhisattva, by Hóngzhì Zhēngjué
Medicine and sickness oppose each other, a pair difficult to separate.
The mind flower opens and radiates its own house of Zen.
Naturally real and lustrous, without practice or enlightenment,
Its daily use is magnificent, granting transmission.
Stepping high from red earth to the clouds, its knowledge can be fathomed.
Stopping cries [of children] with golden leaves provisionally produces faith.
When the bottom is filled with rubbish, just walk though the sludge.
Do not laugh at the snail, meandering in its own slime.
(Translated by Taigen Dan Leighton, Cultivating the Empty Field: The Silent Illumination of Zen Master Hongzhi)
Submitted May 25, 2020 at 04:14AM by madewithsticks https://ift.tt/3eeYIvv
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