Faults and delusions
Are not to be got rid of
Look at the astringent persimmons
They turn into sweet dry ones
To have some deep feeling about Buddhism is not the point
We just do what we do
Like eating supper and going to bed
This is Buddhism
In this world of magical suffering
We work at a magical practice
And experience a magical awakening
Which comes from the power of truth.
The world hangs together
But not by a string.
Nothing to hang it on.
Nothing to hang.
If you clearly recognize that One.
It will be meeting your father at the cross road.
It will not be necessary to ask others whether it is he or not.
Don’t invite the future
Don’t pursue the past
Let go of the present
Relax right now.