Wednesday, August 31, 2016
There is a reality even prior to heaven and earth;
Indeed, it has no form, much less a name;
Eyes fail to see it;
It has no voice for ears to detect;
To call it Mind or Buddha violates its nature,
For it then becomes like a visionary flower in the air;
It is not Mind, nor Buddha;
Absolutely quiet, and yet illuminating in a mysterious way,
It allows itself to be perceived only by the clear-eyes.
It is Dharma truly beyond form and sound;
It is Tao having nothing to do with words.
Posted by A Buddhist Practitioner at 4:05:00 PM
Labels: Poem, Zen Master
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