For the bodhisattva, thanks to the wisdom which leads beyond, There exists no obstacle and no fear. Every illusion and every attachment are distant And he can grab the ultimate end of his life, nirvana.
Authentic reality, vulgarity are only words in a dream, Buddha and living beings, random forms, When you are here, bring back your light towards the inside. Enlighten the surroundings. Open your hands and refuse nothing.
For that only a silent coincidence is enough.
It is because the root of your faith is insignificant That appears in your mind the impulse to pack up your stuff And run on the trails to wander in far places.
However deep our understanding of abstruse ideas may be
it is like a hair in the immensity of space.
As great as our experience of things of the world
it is like a drop in an immeasurable abyss.
Through the thought without thought Direct your attention towards the inside To examine the divine spark When your thought cannot go farther It goes back to the source Where nature and form Noumene and phenomenon Are not two but one.
The ears become deaf The eyes blind In the vacuum of midnight The body is lost.