An udumbara flower blossoms.
Just as the bright and clear heart of the sun
cannot be obscured by the darkness of a thousand eons,
The luminous heart of your own mind
Cannot be obscured by this cyclic existence of infinite eons.
An udumbara flower blossoms in the night
it's scent perfumes the air
Buddha's and yogis rejoice
common people don't notice.
A fortunate bee gathers nectar from an opening flower. A dung beetle
nestles in dung, discounting honey. A tree grows with roots in the sky and flowers
in the earth of the body. Who will notice?
There is something all your intellectual knowledge can't
ever grasp. It’s not inside, it’s not outside. Quick where will you look?
Happy in my own little boat, room enough for all beings, the stars,
the whole night sky. From the muck of confusions a lotus blossoms.
Buddhas everywhere and under the 4 AM milky way sky and
my head becomes full of non sense.
Different aspects – same thing
Same thing – different aspects
Not two, not One, not none….
All that is just so many words, and outside - cherry blossoms in the moonlight.