Whip, rope, person, and bull – all merge in No-Thing.
This heaven is so vast, no message can stain it.
How may a snowflake exist in a raging fire ?
Here are the footprints of the Patriarchs.
Mediocrity is gone.
Mind is clear of limitation.
I seek no state of enlightenment.
Neither do I remain where no enlightenment exists.
Since I linger in neither condition, eyes cannot see me.
If hundreds of birds strew my path with flowers, such praise would be meaningless.