the mind is the master in it:
when we understand this,
it is only a transitory world
we live in here.
deeply thinking of it,
i and other people --
there is no difference,
as there is no mind
beyond this mind.
every spring when you see
the cherry blossoms bloom,
feel with pain
the brevity of your life!
the original man
must return to his original place;
why seek then
the needless buddha?
the morning dew
flees away,
and is no more;
who may remain
in this world of ours?
we pray for our life of tomorrow,
ephemeral life though it may be;
this is the habit of our mind
that passed away yesterday.
do not take it to heart;
the real way
is one, itself as it is;
there are not two, or three.
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