I once saw an old friend holding flowers with his fingers,
pouring out a poem and forgetting about the world with a smile,
If you don’t understand the meaning, you can’t hold it.
Unexpectedly, I lowered my eyebrows and started walking.
Seven lotuses rose up from their branches.
The lotuses were tied with bodhisattvas and entered the Buddhist temple.
Since then, everyone has known about my soul.
The mortal world is full of vine seeds.
Only then can I understand the affairs of the world, greed, anger and ignorance.
I shake the rotten branches and look at the sun in the distance,
The shades of cloudy and sunny are like human aspirations,
I am willing to abandon my obsession and enter the world.
The body is swayed by the wind into the Yaochi,
Reading Zen scriptures all over the place confuses the mind,
The past flashes before my eyes, and I am intoxicated with lovesickness.
I have no intention of talking about Buddhism for a long time.
Who wants all sentient beings to hold me up?
Don’t laugh at all sentient beings who are crazy about me.
People don’t know about this.
Benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust should be in place.
I was supposed to be a monk in the west,
I gave up my obsession and entered the world,
The Kasyapa tree withered, and the sin was hard to escape.
Sorrows, joys, stupidity and resentments will eventually come.
In this world of Zen, only one thought can lead to love and hate. The most crazy thing is love.
There are many stories about traveling in the world,
The horse treads the dust like writing a poem,
The Bodhisattva wishes to be drunk forever and come back to the next life.