No Matter How Bad A State Of

Life And Death Are Nothing But The Mind. Years, Months, Days, And Hours Are Nothing But The Mind. Dreams, Illusions, And Mirages Are Nothing But The Mind. The Bubbles Of Water And The Flames Of Fire Are Nothing But The Mind. The Flowers Of The Spring And The Moon Of The Autumn Are Nothing But The Mind. Confusions And Dangers Are Nothing But The Mind.

In The Stream, Rushing Past To The Dusty World, My Fleeting Form Casts No Reflection.

To Study The Way Is To Study The Self. To Study The Self Is To Forget The Self. To Forget The Self Is To Be Enlightened By All Things Of The Universe. To Be Enlightened By All Things Of The Universe Is To Cast Off The Body And Mind Of The Self As Well As Those Of Others. Even The Traces Of Enlightenment Are Wiped Out, And Life With Traceless Enlightenment Goes On Forever And Ever

That You Carry Yourself Forward And Experience The Myriad Things Is Delusion. That The Myriad Things Come Forward And Experience Themselves Is Awakening

When You Walk In The Mist, You Get Wet.