Zen Master Budai had a song:
Just the heart of hearts, that [mind] is Buddha
The most numinous thing in the world’s ten directions
[Where will you lay ahold of it?]
Everywhere its marvelous function brings real empathy
Of all things, nothing so good as heart’s authentic reality
[Regardless, these words miss it entirely.]
So bound and caper free in that which is not
Leisurely, leisurely after all, is a homeless son
Gaze the eyes ahead, on the authentic great Way.
[What do you see?]
Not seeing fine details is also very strange
Ten thousand dharmas, what is special; heart, why different?
Why spend labour searching meaning in sutras?
[Even ten thousand years won't bring you towards it]
Heart is originally self-ruled, separate from knowledge
Wise ones only realise there is no end to study
Neither mundane nor sacred – what then?
[Alive! Alive! But, what will you point to?]
Not intentionally divisive, a sage’s bent is solitariness
Without prizing the jewel of the [mind], original purity
[In trying to grab at it, you've already lost in a great river.]
All other marks are false, empty names
Man can promote the great Way, then the Way bestows illumination
Measureless, pure, high, called inherent Way
[Even in naming it so, you've already stirred up dust.]
Taking the staff climbing the road in the ancient country
No worries if the news is nowhere heard.
[Have you heard?]
Submitted May 07, 2021 at 08:02AM by ThatKir https://ift.tt/3vLl2Wq
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