Too many steps have been taken
returning to the root and the source.
Better to have been blind and deaf from the beginning!
Dwelling in one’s true abode,
unconcerned with and without –
The river flows tranquilly on and the flowers are red.
From the beginning, truth is clear.
Poised in silence, I observe the forms of integration and disintegration.
One who is not attached to “form” need not be “reformed.”
The water is emerald, the mountain is indigo, and I see that which is creating and that which is destroying.