Last time
The last moment is the moment
But no sooner is he there that he is off
giving way to a new moment
Go back to meet her look in a mirror
never see his own reflection
For such is this
An empty mirror reflections
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The cypress in the courtyard to honor one
Without eyes, he is seen
the middle of the court
The old cypress Joshu
Without root it is rooted
in the ground of knowing
If you want to see
Lose your mind!
Zendo
Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are like planets
brilliant but their light from the sun
And where is it then that sun? Looking to
these lights you turn your back to his true self
we admire and are venerated
What a pity!
In this vast universe there is nobody
to honor
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No spirit
When the mind is turned towards the true self he meets a vacuum What does it mean? Simply there is no spirit
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The door senses the breath of
Opening the door of the senses Emperor Houn Toun has paid his life He lived until
mind turned to the true Self When the world is seen by the true self things do not go through the door of the senses but are what they are
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