A poem expressing helplessness

Looking at the sky at the crossroads

The road ahead is long and dangerous.

Six gods have no master and no soul.

Look around with tears.

The Buddha said to me: There is dust in your heart. I wiped it hard.

Buddha said: You are wrong. Dust can't be wiped off. So I stripped my heart.

Buddha said: You are wrong again. Dust is not dust, so there is no dust.

I don't understand. What do you mean?

I think it comes from Shen Xiu and Huineng's two sons.

Shen Xiu said, "As a bodhi tree, my heart is like a mirror. Always wipe, don't get dust. "

Huineng said, "Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage. There is nothing, so there is no dust. "

Indeed, it is really difficult to understand these two sons, and even a correct understanding is not easy.

Difficult to understand ...

Being a bodhi tree is like a mirror. Do not rub regularly, so as not to make dust.

The body of all beings is the tree of enlightened wisdom,

The heart of all beings is like a bright stage mirror.

Try to keep brushing,

Don't let it be polluted by dirt, which blocks the nature of light.