| 8. Both Ox and Self Forgotten All delusive feelings have perished and ideas of holiness too have vanished. He lingers not in [the state of "I am a] Buddha," and he passes quickly on through [the stage of "And now I have purged myself of the proud feeling 'I am] not Buddha.'" Even the thousand eyes [of five hundred Buddhas and Dharma masters] can discern in him no specific quality. If hundreds of birds were now to strew flowers about his room, he could not but feel ashamed of himself.  Whip, rope, Ox and man alike belong to Emptiness. So vast and infinite the azure sky that no concept of any sort can reach it, Over a blazing fire a snowflake cannot survive. When this state of mind is realized comes at last comprehension of the spirit of the ancient masters. Previous Next |
