Imagine a world
Where the road has no bumps
The sea no waves
The wind no gusts
And the sky no clouds
What kind of life is that.
The tree serves as a resting place for the birds.
It doesn’t make an effort to call those that come.
Nor does it care whether those that leave, return.
When a person’s mind is like the trees,
they no longer oppose the dharma
Clouds moving, streams flowing
Leaves falling, flowers scattering
But hesitate and stop to think and hell raises up
How can you catch a bird by following its tracks?
How can you seek the moon by observing its shadow?
So thick the bamboo grow,
Yet they do not obstruct the running stream
So lofty the mountain is.
Yet it does not impede the white cloud floating
Spring rain falls everywhere without discrimination,
But each grass and tree show different colors